Killing Joke. Extremities, Dirt And Various Repressed Emotions. The Beautiful Dead. Zeneszám

You are inspiration to me
You are my inspiration of how not be
You are my inspiration to achieve a better way of life

The crowd was one, oblivion ran deep
Our consciousness of cannon-fodder walking in its sleep
Vacant expressions and don't look ahead
Everybody dance with the beautiful dead, I said

We all queue up and gravel for a hit
Someone pulls the reins, then you chew at the bit
Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means
I laughed as it all fell apart at the seams

Hey, take a look at tomorrow
But will I inherit the good green earth?
Such a lovely world

All mod-cons there was dust on the drums
My electronic beat-box got the job done
Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul
And change your clothes to make you feel old

Effort and sweat was a thing of the past, they said
Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead

But will I inherit the good green earth?
Such a lovely world