New Model Army Lyrics

Album: Eight

R&R Lyrics

Days into weeks of Sunday afternoons

 Nothing much for us to say nothing real for us to do

 Just watch the carousel go round and round in endless circles

 in the pupil of the Deadeye until you just feel numb

 It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not much trouble anymore

 it's mostly the blissed-out stuff that people really go for

 and the juggernaut tyranny of oblivion 4/4 

 Double, triple bluff and then back on itself

 a world of ironies and tribute bands, everything downsized

 I don't know where it was but I swear I've heard that song

 it was a century of answers and all of them have been wrong.

 Wake me in a thousand years

 

 Sorry little island, you look better in the rain

 You looked more honest in blue or something we can't see through

 and out across the world I see four billion claims 

 and all of them have faces and all of them have names

 Enough. Wake me in a thousand years

 

 The Prozac dawn opens milky white

 I don't remember what it was I got so passionate about

 It's all now digitally synthesised, seduced, stainless

 the bad smell of poverty disguised, deodorised

 There's just the scent of money and Privilege still intact 

 A century of madness put to sleep to start over again

 Here comes the Presidential train.

 

 We looked into the crystal and we felt the Fear

 but it's already here, it's already too late

 We're learning to love the things that we hate

 We're learning to love the things that we hate