The brightly-coloured adverts
keep dropping through my door
With glossy promises of savings
and bargains galore
There's something for all of the family
there'll be so much to buy
But as with everything
that seems too good to be true
The real cost is hidden behind a good price
So we take a drive out Past the 'To Let' signs
and the white-washed windows of our high street These concrete blocks resonate
with generations of shoppers feet
The shadows of a prosperous past flicker all around Those glory days now forgotten, left buried
in an unmarked grave on unconsecrated ground
In cathedrals to consumerism on the edge of town Bowed in worship, the credit-led
disciples gather round
At the altar, crumbling under
the weight of all our greed
So I kneel here, but I can't find a single thing I need
Now the shining aisles beckon us in a desperate call This 24-7 communion is what keeps us all enthralled and enslaved to this new religion
and to these neon gods we've made
Hundreds stepping in time Thousands all queueing Lined up like wind-up toy soldiers marching
To the same old beat from a worn-out, broken drum
In cathedrals to consumerism on the edge of town Bowed in worship, the credit-led
disciples gather round
At the altar, crumbling under
the weight of all our greed
So I kneel here, but I can't find a single thing I need
So I find the pub and sit up at the bar
I try to choose a drink from all the bottles
shipped in from afar
The barman tells me "This is a faithful reproduction of the Inn that used to stand on the high street"
So I try to choose a drink
I try to choose a drink I try to choose........
But all I can find is bitter here..........
