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They read it out among the other news it struck me like a bolt from out the blue
In twenty years we reach a precipice they had more words for what the weather is.
The people here are good at being blank it seems that their Titanics never sank
And everyone’s a retail therapist - the road to Hell is paved with shopping lists.
[Link:] And in this great machine the captains and the engineers
Lose themselves in dreams to the rhythm of the forward gears
[Chorus:] No - don’t give us 20 years it’s too much rope,
If you could give us less there’d be more hope.
We are no bleeding hearts, we never flinch, you have to give a mile to get an inch.
We half recall how days gone by were hard, then dump tomorrow in a proverb’s yard
It took so long for us to get this far: the Holy Grail’s a high performance car.
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The plants we can name are the ones that make cars
While the black flowers grow at the back of the freight yards
This is the way that our world falls over
Not with a bang, with a shrug of the shoulders.
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