They're gonna get you in the
end
You've got to
minimise and eulogise
Hypothesise
and bastardise
To try and make
some meaning out of words
You've got to
fill your head with thoughts of bed
And making bread
until you're dead
To satisfy the
fathers of the world
Because they
know they're gonna get you in the end
You've got to
look alike and talk alike
And think alike
and walk alike
And say you're
proud to wear the uniform
And if you bend
the knee and you agree
And let them
see that you're not free
You're one of
them and they'll do you no harm
Because they
know that they have got you in the end
© Bill Healey
|
This
site created by Synergy Business Partnerships email synergy@blueyonder.co.uk |