view of a world after political correctness has taken away our freedoms and ambitions.
I play all instruments and sing (weakly!)
Just me right now, recently started recording.
Story behind the song
When we place our personal self-interest above all else, and use lies and excuses as justification, we end up with a world in ruins with no one left to blame but ourselves. No one to blame; no place to hide...
Lyrics
The bed in which we wake
Is the one we make
No one left to blame
No one there to fake
The streets of gold have all turned grey
All the angels flown away.
Shattered dreams are here to stay
We’ve lost our way.
We sat bickering…as it slipped away.
I can live below the line
Food and warmth and I’ll be fine
If you want me to behave,
Leave the TV in my cave.
The streets of gold have all turned grey
All the angels flown away.
Ragged seams/Shattered dreams are here to stay
We’ve lost our way.
We sat bickering…as it slipped away.
Who’s right, who’s wrong?
Different key; same song
Reject the right, embrace the wrong
Feed the weak, starve the strong
