GBH - Mass Production Lyrics
Was it you who took the money,to the land of milk and honey ?Your past is catching up on you,put it on a conveyor belt.The chips are down, the cards are dealt,you won't be calling trumps no more.Everone's getting decent,and that's what I regret.Don't want no mass production,don't want no mass production blues.I believe in quality,liberate the quantity.Not like battery hens in a cage,the self-help seekers soldier on.They won't stop 'till the war is won,got no industrial spies 'round here.One a penny, two a penny,blocking up all the roads.One a penny, two a penny,trucks are ditching their loads.Piling 'em here, piling 'em there,blocking out the light of the sun.One a penny, two a penny,and that's just about as cheap as they come.Your brand new name ain't no good,I never ever thought it would.Just another snake in the grass,your cheapskate brain waves schemes,are just a fantasy of your brains,wake up it's the 20th Century.
