USED

So this is the future, never been here before
Itīs not like the future that I once saw
It used to be simple, room for everyone
But now that weīre here, itīs simply gone
  Feels like Iīve been used
  This future has no soul
  This future leaves a hole
  This future is so cold

Hereīs the suicide squad, & the fashion police
With dubious accents and garbled beliefs
They look smashing in black & theyīre perfectly tanned
They have hidden agendas & a Master Plan

So this is the stuff from which dreams are made
A little overrated & well overpaid
& the ministry of love is camouflaged well
Itīs a quiet retreat in the jaws of hell

Words: Herbie Parkin
Music: Phil Etheridge

Copyright 1992 Room Service Music
Used by kind permission