New Model Army - R & R Lyrics
Days into weeks of Sunday afternoonsNothing much for us to say nothing real for us to doJust watch the carousel go round and round in endless circlesin the pupil of the Deadeye until you just feel numbIt's virtual Jerusalem. There's not much trouble anymoreit's mostly the blissed-out stuff that people really go forand the juggernaut tyranny of oblivion 4/4Double, triple bluff and then back on itselfa world of ironies and tribute bands, everything downsizedI don't know where it was but I swear I've heard that songit was a century of answers and all of them have been wrong.Wake me in a thousand yearsSorry little island, you look better in the rainYou looked more honest in blue or something we can't see throughand out across the world I see four billion claimsand all of them have faces and all of them have namesEnough. Wake me in a thousand yearsThe Prozac dawn opens milky whiteI don't remember what it was I got so passionate aboutIt's all now digitally synthesised, seduced, stainlessthe bad smell of poverty disguised, deodorisedThere's just the scent of money and Privilege still intactA century of madness put to sleep to start over againHere comes the Presidential train.We looked into the crystal and we felt the Fearbut it's already here, it's already too lateWe're learning to love the things that we hateWe're learning to love the things that we hate
