It's a straight and narrow path
or is it fate which takes our hand ?
Play the game, praise the man that fakes the masterplan ;
take the rough with the smooth.
Whose loss do we loose ?
What else could we disprove ?
Who shapes the abuse ?
You prostitute integrity and blindly steal identity.
Buy it out and watch it die ;
fashion talks, the bullshit flies.
Bite your tongue and breath a sight ;
take the fall or take the climb.
Streamlined and new improved,
a nation sadly out of tune.
Is it just old-fashioned - creation with a passion ?
Just an observation of a machine generation.
Push this.
The same old song.
Is the message lost in this - that's not politics ?
There's a rhyme to this reason :
they're one and the same.
Take the heart they've broke
and the money they've choke ;
you're left with no answer
to this industry chancer.