Cold Champagne In the Atmosphere

Black ties and shiny stones, brainwashed like metronomes
They walk this planet like psychotic robots
Just following the Jones's, in a narrowminded maize that ends
Inside the mind control box

Don't dump your politics on me
There's so much here that you don't see
Crawl out of your self-righteous pigeonhole
Don't want to be left out in the cold, when you're old and the open minds still rock

We love it here my man, there's cold champagne in the atmosphere
And all those things we'll dream of when we're dying
We like the bubbles in the bloodred stream of a rocking sunset
Played in the key of human kindness

Bare bones and battle drones, people killed on mobile phones
It's clear that we have lost the human touch now
Do you hear the stars at night
Do you feel the sound of light that chimes, outside the mind control box

Don't wave your battle axe at me, because you're blind to how I see
We do not have to fit the same mould
That's building boring stories told, when we fold
The final card of life

We love it here my man, there's cold champagne in the atmosphere
And all those things we'll dream of when we're dying
We like the bubbles in the bloodred stream of a rocking sunset
Played in the key of human kindness

Hello the reggae man, bye-bye the taliban
The dream of Lennon reimagined

We love it here my man, there's cold champagne in the atmosphere
And all those things we'll dream of when we're dying
We like the bubbles in the bloodred stream of a rocking sunset
Played in the key of human kindness

Do you hear the stars at night
Do you feel the sound of light that chimes, outside the mind control box