Songtext von Brave New World

Diplomatic Washing machine climb down from cloud cuckoo land Dish this dirt for senile convert Clean living as in the adverts And in this brave new world Proud is the Philistine And in this brave new world Who needs the sun to shine Dig this grave, don't make no waves Fairy tales and stagnant pools YOu call this living, well I call you fool This ideal vision propped up on a astool Blank cheques-prosperity What do you want, what do you want from me I'm ever so sorry-I'm ever so sorry I can't help you-I can't even help me And proud is that mirror of mine