Old England
Man looks up on a yellow sky
And the rain turns to rust in his eye
Rumours of his health are lies
Old England is dying
His clothes are a dirty shade of blue
And his ancient shoes worn through
He steals from me and he lies to you
Old England is dying
Still he sings an Empire song
Still he keeps his Navy strong
And he sticks his flag where it ill belongs
Old England is dying
- Mike Scott, of The Waterboys.
They send the heart police to put you under cardiac arrest.
The Buggles, in The Plastic Age
Now there’s some grinning goon on my TV screen
Telling us all that it’s alright because
She wears this and he said that
And if you get some of these it’ll all be alright
Franz Ferdinand, on the materialistic nature of our society and the decline of the media
After man makes everything he can,
Man makes money, to buy from other man.
James Brown, on economics
