Million Dead - Bread And Circuses video free download

2005

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!

We're as sick with expectation

As we are with what we're escaping.

Lock up the house, load up the car,

We've twenty-four hours to spend

In the goddamn theme park.

We are so grateful for our new

State funded stately pleasure dome

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

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 and decay.

Our commodity a day will

Keep subversive daydreams away.