Paroles de The Age Of Self

They say the working class is dead We're all consumers now They say that we have moved ahead We're all just people now There's people doing frightfully well There's others on the shelf But never mind the second kind This is the age of self They say we need new images To help our movement grow They say that life is broader Based as if we didn't know While Martin J. and Robert M. Play with printer's ink The workers 'round the world Still die for Rio Tinto Zinc And it seems to me if we forget Our roots and where we stand The movement will disintegrate Like castles built on sand