Testo 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 fucking thing again