Snog - The People Of Straight Land lyrics

The people of straight-land All live in a row. Tiny little boxes, no-where to go. You've got to get a job To maintain the position. A bright happy dream As prescribed by your physician. The people of straight-land Have really got it made. A warm friendly sleep From the cradle to the grave. A bright plastic lie of cash and credit. A huge, grey fantasy You'll really want to edit. The people of straight-land Are really not alive. We walk and speak but only just survive. We move around but under direction. We cannot see the larger perception. The people of straight-land Make a silent scream. Desperate to escape This d**h day-dream. Rotting from the inside It's really not polite. You've got to shield your eyes From such an everyday sight