| I think we must have all gone mad | |
| Maybe right turned over | |
| They promise us the earth | |
| Instead we've got the great depression | |
| Now you're free and easy with the base | |
| You blame your brothers and sisters | |
| And neurotics say 'sod the rest' | |
| It's the new dissention | |
| Into the abyss | |
| By pushing forwards | |
| It's always down | |
| It's a desperate war | |
| You're trying to blow yourselves up | |
| You don't care who you stand... with the help about | |
| Hey hey - well that's not the way | |
| No sense or reason in your fussing and fighting | |
| And your violent obsession | |
| Who's ever really left feeling fine | |
| After the great depression? | |
| No sense of purpose in the competion | |
| Keeping up with the jones's | |
| You buy a house, | |
| You buy a car | |
| You buy a marriage and a bed of roses | |
| Into the abyss | |
| By pushing forwards | |
| It's always down | |
| It's a desperate war | |
| You're trying to blow yourselves up | |
| You don't care who you stand ... with the help about | |
| Hey hey - well that's not the way |