New Model Army Western Dreams
Sullivan/Heaton Gather round and listen And I'll tell you how's it's done How they manage to make idiots Out of everyone Take a human population With their hunger and their pain And the weaknesses that cripple them Again and again Invent a splendid party Where the dreams can be won And with bright flashing lights The heartaches are gone Wigh sex and with money And with everything for free Then show tantalising glimpses Every night on TV. Watch the dirty hands Taht laboured hard for you Stretching out like children For a crumb that they can chew Give a car and video A little hit to spare And go on promising That more could be all theirs All lies all lies All schemes all schemes Every winner means a loser In the western dreams The producer swears silently It cannot be heard And the camera crew are muttering These for letter words Another take is needed So the show can go on With a patronising smile And a popular song They tell you when to langle They tell you when to cheer So the audience at home Will get the right idea They watch like children Left out of a playground gang Can forming the lives The way they hope will get them in All lies all lies... It seems to me sometimes There's only two ways to choose In this whirlpool made Of a thousand years Either live in these ghettoes And know your place Or you trample over everyone In the human race I wish we could find Another way to go Without the Ghost of Cain In everything we do The bitterness in failure And the dirt in success This is the choice This is our choice All lies all lies...
