Society Still Insane

Rows and rows of empty houses and a lot of people sleeping on the streets Cool Britannia's about to desert you, forget about utopian dreams Economists measure success by how many are drivin' a Porsche Half of us are scratchin' our arses, the other half are slaves to work We thought we could make the change Society is still insane I left my boots out in the rain Society is still insane Did you buy me off with some loose change Society is still insane I'm spiking up my hair again Society is still insane A gross, a gross of empty promises echo through my ears They're building me a brand new factory just to calm my fears And all the King's horses and all the King's men And all the King's horses and all the King's men And all the King's horses and all the King's men Shut the f*cking thing again