Arrivals The New Gold Standard
Is the party nearly over? Wonder who stole the bread
Like a beggar on the corner with a price on his head
Does it get worse than people thinking that you’re already dead?
And I feel
Bought at a distance
Cut in the shade
Son, don’t learn to write a song, it’s just a modern disgrace
When some can write an algorithm matching music to taste
It’s a culture coliseum putting art in its place
And I feel
Born at a distance
Wrought in the shade
Maybe Kafka was right
You’ll be found dead where you’re standing
The hunger artist’s life is just too demanding
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
The weak and injured will be last on the train
In fact, we’ll leave them all behind and keep more money that way
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
The prince dressed as a pauper - Oldest trick in the book
The good will work for nothing so the rest must be crooks
No one’s got a conscience, kids, quick, go take a look
And I feel
Bought at a distance
Cut in the shade
Gather boys and girls, you’ll want to catch the next show
It costs, well, almost nothing, except for checking your coat
Four gentlemen will synchronize the slit of their throats
And I feel
Bought at a distance
Cut in the shade
Maybe Kafka was right
You’ll be found dead where you’re standing
The hunger artist’s life is just too demanding
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
The weak and injured will be last on the train
In fact, we’ll leave them all behind and keep more money that way
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
It’s absurd
It’s uncaring
It’s at its worst when the public is staring
See ‘em all line up to hear the new gold standard
No goals
No innovating
Just one sound: and it’s the bleating of mating
As they all line-up to hear the new gold standard
