Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only Just begun to fall Crop circles in the carpet Sinking feeling Spin me round again And rub my eyes This can't be happening When busy streets a mess with people Would stop to hold their heads heavy Hide and seek Trains and sewing machines All those years They were here first Oily marks appear on walls Where pleasure moments hung before The takeover The sweeping insensitivity Of this Still life Mmm, whatcha say? That you only meant well, well of course you did This it's all for the best, of course it is That it's just what we need, and you decided this? What did you say? Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth Mid sweet talk newspaper word cut outs Speak no feeling no I don't believe you You don't care a bit