Verse 1: I watched the fall of the 49. I sat and stared across the media’s divine. I took part in the great mistakes… Those many flounders; spitefully taste. Ohhhh ah ohhhh, ohhhh ah ohhhh Verse 2: An amalgamation of cultures, A bunch of conformist lovers, A world controlled by mass media, Free trade, the selected few and mass hysteria Ohhhh ah ohhhh, ohhhh ah ohhhh Chorus: So turn your Televisions off; Go outside, tell a friend and don’t get stuck, Grow a heart, grow a brain, I wish you luck Grow a heart, grow a brain, go insane…I wish you luck. Verse 3: What kind of world do we live in? Where we have to lock all our doors. There is no hope to believe in, There’s nothing out there but smoke. What kind of world do we live in? Where we have to lock all our doors. There is no hope to believe in, There’s nothing out there but smoke.