And so in the tradition of manfred the great The people built the glorious vision in his name Great britain they called it, a land for heroes A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of eden The garden of eden, levelled to the ground And concreted over, re-built from scratch With i.c.i. man-made fibres, they made their paradise out of plastic But our world is cracked and it's showing through The plastic backed cello-taped superglue The paper money and the patched up lies The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hide That all the king's horses and all the king's men Will never stick our world together again With their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies, And all the paper money they exchange for our lives Think about it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes They're happening all at once, at the same time now Mankind to the rescue, I ask you why? To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the earth Filling his fat silver-lined pockets full So please listen, dear peoplekind See the reason that minkind won't save the earth Cos there's no money in it for him, it's not worth his while It's up to us It's up to us It's up to us, each and every one of us
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