Shellwoy

in this time of always rushing home fast
via streets of hypermarkets where tv wars scream
with silicon people inside asbestos walls
our electric faith creeps out
of suburban slums

so stay,
stay with me in this bright dark
we'll sing, sing all the stupid songs
but say, aren't these bright light
just our global suicide?

in this time, these cosmic boys
and girls (they all)
strip off their hyper clothes and
heads (their hyper heads)
everyday through this pointless war
our business minds and sunday's
Christ kill us in the city moors

so stay,
stay with me in this bright dark
we'll sing, sing all the stupid songs
but say, aren't these bright lights
just our global suicide?