Well look at how far we've come Is this really all we've got Cos as far as I can gather It looks like we've all lost the plot Listen, I ain't saying that we're brainless But look at the type of people we make famous When we're wondering the wilderness so aimless Masters in the golden age of being shameless Who are we worshipping, yeah what's sacred? Now look at the ones we're celebrating Last century our speed was amazing But now that progress made has been wasted But we can change things Well look at how far we've come Is this really all we've got Cos as far as I can gather It looks like we've all lost the plot Welcome in the death of culture Now it's best we just forgetting what they told you When our role models die the pickings are vulgur No more war heroes, death of the soldier, and sculpter it's over New Gods- cos we were never built to last New Gods- cos all that we believe is going fast Pedal down we drive right into the wall Cos we really don't know what we're doing at all Well look at how far we've come Is this really all we've got Cos as far as I can gather It looks like we've all lost the plot Bright eyes, the only thing that hasn't aged Bright eyes, the only thing we haven't wasted We are the new Gods, now our progress is grieving We are the new Gods, now we got nothing to believe in Well look at how far we've come Is this really all we've got Cos as far as I can gather It looks like we've all lost the plot