Snog The People of Straight Land song lyrics

The people of straight-land

all live in a row.

Tiny little boxes,

and no-where to go.

You've got to get a job

to maintain the position.

A bright, happy dream

as prescribed by your physician.

The people of straight-land

have really got it made.

A warm friendly sleep

from the cradle to the grave.

A bright plastic lie of cash and credit.

A huge, gray fantasy you'll really want to edit.

The people of straight-land

are really not alive.

We walk and speak

but only just survive.

We move around

but under direction.

We cannot see

the larger perception.

There people of straight-land

make a silent scream.

Desperate to escape this death day-dream.

Rotting from the inside

it's really not polite.

You've got to shield your eyes

from such an everyday sight.