Wasted In the West

Feed the lions in their cages
This is now democracy
Got to keep them isolated
It's all part of Huxley's dream

Message from the mighty palace
Settled on the dirty streets
Got you fighting with your neighbour
Not the real enemy

The money casts a spell and puts them in a trance
They'd trade in everyone if given half a chance
I kind of die

Fed a diet of resentment
Fear and animosity
And you have to be content with
Watching someone else's dream

And everyone is on their own now
Living in a virtual world

Wasted in the West



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Larkin, Karl Brenton Jamie Kippenberger, Philip Roydon Knight, Jon Toogood
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