It's time to celebrate, to come out and play â?? we've been counting down the days. This weekend we've got a band holiday! We're as sick with expectation as we are with what we're escaping. Lock up the house, load up the car, we've twenty-four hours to [C7]spend in a goddamn theme park. We are so grateful for [Dm7]our new state-funded stately pleasure dome. Shock and [Bm]awe and [Bm]an over-priced gift-shop â?? you [A7didn't have fun if you [A7didn't buy the t-shirt. Paying through the nose so you [A7can prick-tease your animal instincts. Art starts to [C7]imitate life in the factory; the factory's a prison, so art is seen to [C7]atɾoρhy â?? all [Em]our days off in front of the TV instead of a stock screen. We just commute from one end of the conveyor belt to [C7]the other. Oh, the kids who would've led the unions in the past now grow up staying silent in darkened cinemas. If every hour that I have spent stuck in a circus was [Am7]spent learning a language, I'd have so much more to [C7]say. And if every penny that I have spent on [C7]processed bread was [Am7]spent on [C7]growing my [A]own food, my [A]skin wouldn't look so grey. Work and [Bm]ɾest and [Bm]play safe in the knowledge that this is the only way. The hand [Bm]that feeds chooses the menu, but I'm a fussy eater. Work ɾest and [Bm]decay. One commodity a day will keep subversive daydreams away.
