Bread & Circuses

歌詞

It's time to celebrate To come out and play - We've been counting down the days This weekend we've got a bank holiday! I'm sick with expectation As we are with what we're escaping Lock up the house, load up the car Twenty-four hours to spend In the goddamn theme park We are so grateful for our new State funded stately pleasure dome We just commute From one end of The conveyor belt To the other Shock and awe and An over-priced gift-shop You didn't have fun If you didn't buy the T-Shirt Paying through the nose so you can Prick-tease your animal instincts Art starts to imitate life in the factory The factory's a prison So art is seen to atrophy - All our days off in front of the TV Instead of a stock screen We just commute From one end of The conveyor belt To the other Oh, the kids who would've led The unions in the past Now grow up staying silent In the darkened cinemas If every hour that I have spent Stuck in a circus Was spent learning a language I'd have so much more to say And if every penny that I have spent On processed bread Was spent on growing my own food My skin wouldn't look so grey Work and rest and play safe in the Knowledge that there is no other way The hand that feeds Chooses the menu But I'm a fussy eater Work Rest Decay Our commodity a day will Keep subversive daydreams away