SNOG "Buy Me... I'll Change Your Life"

SNOG

Buy Me... I'll Change Your Life

1. LIGHT, YET REFRESHING

There's nothing I can say to you.
There's nothing more to say.
There's no-one in this room tonight
That can make it go away.
There ain't nowhere that's safe to run.
There ain't nowhere safe to hide.
There's nothing up above and
There's nothing here inside.
The neurotic-caged-animals that stands in my way.
The neurotic-caged-animal I become every day.
No I ever spoke a word.
No I ever made a sound.
All those dreams and ideas
Lie pissed upon the ground.
Be careful just where you swim.
Be careful what you breathe.
There's some mighty fierce creatures
Out stalking meat.

2. HOORAY!!

I got a notion but the notion is wrong.
I got and idea but the idea has gone.
I got a message but my message is wrong.
Can't keep my eyes from the dying sun.
Hooray!!, I say for the end of the world.
Hooray!!, I say for the end of it all.
Hurry-on, madness.
Hurry-on, disease.
Hurry-on, insanity.
Hurry-on, please...
Hurry-on, the bomb.
Hurry-on, the plague.
Hurry-on, disaster.
Hurry-on, the rage.
Clean the state.
Turn the page.
The final breath of the final age.
Don't wonder.
Don't fear.
Peace at last will be here.
Hooray!!, I say to the end of the world.
Hooray!!, I say to the end of it all.
Hurry-on, the void.
Hurry-on, the end.
Hurry-on, abyss.
Hurry-on, my friend.
The final day, the final chore.
The age of shopping no more.
All the hassle, all the sweat.
All the boredom, all the mess.
Hooray!!, I say for the end of the world.
Hooray!!, I say for the end of it all.

3. MAKE THE LITTLE FLOWERS GROW

Cowards and Heroes, listen my friends.
If you have money and nothing to spend.
It'll make no difference in a hundred years or so.
Sooner or later we all make the little flowers grow.
Wise men and fools, you'll get the fire.
You'll never get out of this world alive.
Don't run and hide, it's no use I know.
Sooner or later we all make the little flowers grow.
Short men and tall men and all the rest.
Please, don't blame me I didn't start this mess.
Some of us stay, some of us go.
Sooner or later we all make the little flowers grow.

4. THE BALLAD

When the working day is done
I refuse to belong to anyone.
And at night when I try to sleep
I hear the howls of commerce in my dreams...
Somehow, someone, somewhere owns everything I do.
Somehow, someone, somewhere owns all of me
And owns all of you.
There's no charge, there's no crime,
But we're all doing time.
To be honest there's not much I can do
But to sing a bad ballad for you.
I could suggest sabotage,
But success might prove a mirage.
'Cause somehow, someone, somewhere owns everything I do.
Somehow, someone, somewhere owns all of me
And owns all of you.

5. THE PROLE SONG

We're happy little proles and
We're on our way to work.
The sun shines bright from the arse of the boss man.
We're moving ahead, yes,
We're moving right along.
We're happy little proles and
We're on our way to work.
Sing happy happy, love love, sleep sleep sleep.
Sing happy happy, love love, sleep sleep sleep.
Microwave oven, economic rationalism,
Compassionless capitalism, fraudulent wargasm.
We're happy little proles and
We're on our way to work.
We live and lie and
We keep ourselves clean.
We don't know what it is and
We don't know what it means.
We're happy little proles and
We're on our way to work.
We're happy little proles and
We're on our way to work.
Sing happy happy, love love, sleep sleep sleep.
Sing happy happy, love love, sleep sleep sleep.
Microwave oven, economic rationalism,
Compassionless capitalism, fraudulent wargasm.

6. BIG BROTHER

Down the way in Oceania,
Night is day there ain't a no explainin' er.
C.P.W. means freedom for me and you.
90210 is a pleasant thought control.
Hell, I'm in love with Big Brother,
Soothes my mind like no other.
Makes me feel safe, makes me feel right.
Squeezes my mind and holds my real tight.
There's a sleepin' sickness as I'm your witness.
There's a two-headed hydra but,
I wouldn't vote for neither.
There's a vague uneasiness
I think they call it Big Business.
There's a deep black hole
I think the ancients called it a soul.
But, I'm in love with Big Brother,
Soothes my mind like no other.
Makes me feel safe, makes me feel right.
Squeezes my mind and holds me real tight.
Down the way in Oceania,
Night is day there ain't a no explaini' er.
War is peace, a peace of the profit.
Don't make sense,
Think I'll tell 'em to stop it.

7. THIS IS CAPITALISM

The lie that's the news,
Almost everyone's generic views.
The crushing of dissent and
The money that's already been spent.
And more... much more than this...
This is Capitalism...
Propaganda as education,
No rising above your station.
A totalitarian state,
All the victims that can hardly wait.
And more... much more that this...
This is Capitalism.

8. THE HUMAN GERM

All the birds and trees and
Things they are a losing everything
Everywhere is vanishing
When I lay me down at last,
My body tired, my time passed.
We've eroded the soil from the ground,
A rocky grave is where I'll be found.
'Cause whatever direction you may turn
You'll see my friend
The Earth's been poisoned by the human germ.
Look to the sky, look to the moon,
Escape for some but not for you.
Doomed to wander a barren rock,
If I was naive I'd call it bad luck.
'But whatever direction you may turn
You'll see my friend
The Earth's been poisoned by the human germ.
Evolution, well, that's passe.
However, we got to wherever we are today.
Whether from space, whether from the chimp,
All excuses are looking quite limp.
'Cause whatever direction you may turn
You'll see my friend
The Earth's been poisoned by the human germ.

9. BASTARD CLOSET

We will all suffer together my friend.
Yeah, we will all suffer as one.
Riding a boat both leaky and putrid
With the smell of our rotten meat.
Now it's time to leave your bastard closet.
There ain't a no shame in being a bastard.
Now it's time to leave your bastard closet.
There ain't a no shame in being a bastard.
The bright shining path is dull and stupid.
The bad guys have always won.
A flickering dream was snuffed out
Long before you and I was born.
Now it's time to leave your bastard closet.
There ain't a no shame in being a bastard.
Now it's time to leave your bastard closet.
There ain't a no shame in being a bastard.
Oh, sweetnees I fear our time is hopeless.
I fear I have forgotten hope.
A hollow dance, a funeral march.
Surely our fate is sealed...
So it's time to leave your bastard closet.
There ain't ano shame in being a bastard.
Now it's time to leave your bastard closet.
There ain't ano shame in being a bastard.
Pacing your cage you glance at the slaves
And know that you, too, are one.

10. THE FUTURE

I can see the future and
Future holds nothing for me...
I can see the future and
It makes me wish that i was blind...
All the hype that intoxicates us tonight,
All the crap out of which
We manufacture our lives...
The rapist that's inside of
Every businessman...
Your screaming for your life but
Your mouth is gone...

11. THE PEOPLE OF STRAIGHT LAND

The people of straight-land
All live in a row.
Tiny little boxes, no-where to go.
You've got to get a job
To maintain the position.
A bright happy dream
As prescribed by your physician.
The people of straight-land
Have really got it made.
A warm friendly sleep
From the cradle to the grave.
A bright plastic lie of cash and credit.
A huge, grey fantasy
You'll really want to edit.
The people of straight-land
Are really not alive.
We walk and speak but only just survive.
We move around but under direction.
We cannot see the larger perception.
The people of straight-land
Make a silent scream.
Desperate to escape
This death day-dream.
Rotting from the inside
It's really not polite.
You've got to shield your eyes
From such an everyday sight

12. THE END

Oh, the end will not be
Glamorous or exciting.
There will be no Mad Max or Omega Man...
Just a boring wait,
As the poisons saturate our state.
From head to toe, the fish DNA will go.
Oh, the end will not be...
That toxic residue,
As a gift from me to you.
Microwave emissions,
That will leave us all dribbling.
Oh, the end will not be...
But our brains will curdle and
Our muscles putrefy.
It's not an aesthetically
Pleasing way to die.
Oh, the end will not be...
As our homes sink into
The universal stink.
My message will be forgotten
As our bones hit the bottom.
Oh the end will not be...
A fitting but smelly grave and
A home for all the brave T.V. drones and
Their cellular phones.
Oh, the end will not be
Glamorous or exciting.
It will bare no resemblance
To the product advertised.
No batteries included,
Pay double of you still deluded.
For this my friend...
This is the end...

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