(1)
You were told there is a dream
Of fine hopes and tasty cream
But when you fall deeply asleep
That’s when fear begins to creep
Into your mind so frail and weak
One new day, quite hard and bleak
Will make you sweat like a wild beast
Happy are those who rule and feast.
(2)
What remains when you are worn-out
It’s but the sign of your human rout
To the crushing social power
You pay a toll that’s holy and sour
So, don’t ask why you’re alone
You’re not worth more than a stone
They’ll throw you away and make you crawl
Still for some time you’re going to brawl
(3)
Take a breath and check the Bard
Worried, yeah, but he dealt some card
Handy-dandy, where you gonna turn
There are roads that strike and burn
Who’s the justice, who’s the thief
One has failed, one is the chief
Long live the holy, godly boss
There ain’t no goal for you to cross
(4)
Raised is the blade of Common Good
To get you stuck into the wood
No Man is born while the King
Owns the throne and makes you sing
Its Majesty is all inclusive
Don’t even dare be abusive
As to the saints was made Heaven
You’re not welcomed at floor Seven
(5)
One more turn, and one more round
Now you are worked into the ground
There is nothing you can control
Your soul is seized, just let it roll
Indecency fills up your needs
But they’re unseen, they don’t exist
Mud is where the broke belong
Stay away, don’t grieve the strong
(6)
For the sake of Motherland
You must walk hand in hand
Cannon fodder It wants a lot
Long live those who’re deadly shot
The Leviathan stays and stares
It decides and names its heirs
You riffraff to drag are doomed
You’re too spoilt, you ain’t groomed
(7)
Power’s liturgy is prose
It uses words that are not yours
Sacred rites and arcane brews
The more you try the more you lose
The frame has gotten into the base
It makes you wild and fall from grace
The fact is brother to the con
You’re lost at sea but must go on
(8)
What’s the Thing and what’s its name
It always wins, It’s never lame
For trickeries It’s in the mood
The next is you will hunt for food
This long & soggy train of days
They never beam and never blaze
Into the pond you swim and sink
All you can pick is rinky-dink
(9)
Call it the Thing, call it Disgrace
It is the Lord of all the space
Pushing It back unto the ages
Will make you write brand new pages
Plenty will flow, and Bliss for all
You may reinvent your rock and roll
Still consciousness is yet to come
Until that day must try and hum
(10)
Sometimes you stop and take a look
The catch is there, ready’s the hook
Don’t lag behind the things you see
Go upstream, don’t bend your knee
When time has come to take the plunge
They’ll be at you to make a lunge
‘More sacrifice’, you’ll hear them yell
Throw ‘em all out, send them to hell
(refrain)
I am Capital the raster
I am your king and master
I’m on the hunt for fun
I will never let you run
The things you find out there
Are just a vicious ugly snare
I bend the whole damn world
‘Cos I am your God and Lord
Capital’s my name
The Thing you cannot tame
No matter how hard you try
In my hands you’re gonna die
There’s nothing I can’t change
All you fools I make derange
You vile support my rule
I own your mind, you’re but my stool.
The Future Inn 