20 Years
They read it out among the other news
It struck me like a bolt from out the blue
In twenty years we reach a precipice
They had more words for what the weather is
The people here are good at being blank
It seems that their Titanics never sank
And everyone's a retail therapist
The road to hell is paved with shopping lists
And in this great machine
The captains and the engineers
Lose themselves in dreams
To the rhythm of the forward gears
No don't give us 20 years it's too much rope
If you could give us less there'd be more hope
We are no bleeding hearts, we never flinch,
You have to give a mile to get an inch
We half recall how days gone by were hard
Then dump tomorrow in a proverb's yard
It took so long for us to get this far
The Holy Grail's a high performance car
And in this great machine
The captains and the engineers
Lose themselves in dreams
To the rhythm of the forward gears
No don't give us 20 years it's too much rope
If you could give us less there'd be more hope
We are no bleeding hearts, we never flinch,
You have to give a mile to get an inch
The plants we can name
Are the ones that make cars
While the black flowers grow at the
Back of the freight yards
This is the way that our world falls over
Not with a bang, with a shrug of the shoulders
It struck me like a bolt from out the blue
In twenty years we reach a precipice
They had more words for what the weather is
The people here are good at being blank
It seems that their Titanics never sank
And everyone's a retail therapist
The road to hell is paved with shopping lists
And in this great machine
The captains and the engineers
Lose themselves in dreams
To the rhythm of the forward gears
No don't give us 20 years it's too much rope
If you could give us less there'd be more hope
We are no bleeding hearts, we never flinch,
You have to give a mile to get an inch
We half recall how days gone by were hard
Then dump tomorrow in a proverb's yard
It took so long for us to get this far
The Holy Grail's a high performance car
And in this great machine
The captains and the engineers
Lose themselves in dreams
To the rhythm of the forward gears
No don't give us 20 years it's too much rope
If you could give us less there'd be more hope
We are no bleeding hearts, we never flinch,
You have to give a mile to get an inch
The plants we can name
Are the ones that make cars
While the black flowers grow at the
Back of the freight yards
This is the way that our world falls over
Not with a bang, with a shrug of the shoulders
Credits
Writer(s): Mark O'brien
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