Paul King: So brutal

Switch on, 21st century brethren
silverspoon babies what stirs you at all
turn me on, oh tv generation
I'll be the user for your VDU
of course goodbyes are rarely a sweet thing
they rarely come easy, they hurt and they're sore
so don't be cruel, raise your hand and wave
say goodbye to a century of heartache and pain
to young America, satellites and red square
star wars who cares, that's the 21st century happening
Einstein's fat head, sugar and white bread
consumer victims and slaves
the microchip and AIDS
to all the slaughterhouse denials
since the Nuremburg trials
to all that's unknown and said
so cruel; so brutal
of course, you'll always find pain if you want to
why break your heart searching
for ultra truths, try to understand
it's a mirror in the desert sand
like any growth of evil, from nazis to cancer
it's slow and it's steady, so always be ready
just look out of your window man, so brutal
where people search for salvation via cable tv
and clean cut advisors will point out the disease
of the junkies and the queers and the scum
and the filth of the street
well excuse me sirs, would you pass that by me again
and by the way
just who is it who categorises or arbitrates
are they lizard cold
unpassioned souls
the creator, the farmer and the reaper who'll
show no regret
who can just sit back on their righteousness
with the button poised
or turning on the gas
so that only the wise, too dumb or too scared
will survive
I'm talking religion again
I'm talking power again
I'm talking the sci-fi predictions
of the suffering capacity of man
so don't look to the east
don't look to the west
if you want to survive
you better look to yourself
get yourself wise
step off the carousel...