The ship of state lies
Crashed upon the rocks
The rich and the famous
Are checking their locks
One hundred starlings
Fall from the sky
Some precious darlings say
“We’re all gonna die!”
The world is getting dopier
We’ve emptied cornucopia
We never reached Utopia
And it’s Boom-time in Dystopia!
Whilst we lie
Sleeping in our beds
Drones are flying
Above our heads
The CCTV is
Watching me and you
None of us are quite
Sure what to do
No-one stops to think
About the honey bee
Only the cult of
Celebrity
Airheads all scream,
And shout “Hooray!”
“someone’s got a new
Pair of tits today!”
The world is getting dopier
We’ve emptied cornucopia
We never reached Utopia
And it’s Boom-time in Dystopia!
We lie around drinking
Pomegranate smoothies
Watching brand new
Counterfeited movies
Nobody pays for their
Music anymore
Nobody believes that
They’re breaking the law
And what does it matter
Any fucking way
There aren’t enough cops
To nick everyone today
And now the Assembly’s
Gone extra craven
They’re gonna pour boiling water
Into Milford Haven
The world is getting dopier
We’ve emptied cornucopia
We never reached Utopia
And it’s Boom-time in Dystopia!
Copyright: Harry Rogers, 11th March 2010, Recorded with Critter and Sean in LTS Studio Llanon, October 2019.
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