Move on, confiscating
difference, only when we
say you can be you.

We like what we want
and you go where we tell you,
it's so, so much like a dream.

But no-one told us when we were young,
the more you have, the less you feel

Third world, just another
dollar, ignorance and squalor
eat out of my hand.

We like what we want
and you go where we tell you,
it's so, so much like a dream.

But no-one told us when we were young,
the more you have, the less you feel.