Whitewash Is Brainwash
Our TV sets are drenched in pseudo reality
And yet the truth is Endemol, can't save you from mundane existence
12 unknowns light up seven million homes
And yet the news at ten is barely watched, it's the same old war again (again, again, again...)
Let's talk about romance, romance is dead
Yeah, it's an ideology exploited for commercial gain
And yeah, they want you to fall in love with the idea of being in love
Because nothing says I love you better
(Than flowers and chocolates and cards)
And it's all right now
I can see clearer now
And it's all right now
Now your head is up out of the clouds
And it's all right now
I can see clearer now
And it's all right now
You can call me a cynic, but at least I'm realistic
I went to IKEA today, and it didn't change my life
And yet everyone in my street is going Scandinavian
It's like the Upper East Side in semi-detached suburban Britain
You have to ask yourself why?
Yeah, it's like whitewash is brainwash
They're diluting out style
And it's all right now
I can see clearer now
And it's all right now
Now your head is up out of the clouds
And it's all right now
I can see clearer now
And it's all right now
Now your head is up out of the clouds
And yet the truth is Endemol, can't save you from mundane existence
12 unknowns light up seven million homes
And yet the news at ten is barely watched, it's the same old war again (again, again, again...)
Let's talk about romance, romance is dead
Yeah, it's an ideology exploited for commercial gain
And yeah, they want you to fall in love with the idea of being in love
Because nothing says I love you better
(Than flowers and chocolates and cards)
And it's all right now
I can see clearer now
And it's all right now
Now your head is up out of the clouds
And it's all right now
I can see clearer now
And it's all right now
You can call me a cynic, but at least I'm realistic
I went to IKEA today, and it didn't change my life
And yet everyone in my street is going Scandinavian
It's like the Upper East Side in semi-detached suburban Britain
You have to ask yourself why?
Yeah, it's like whitewash is brainwash
They're diluting out style
And it's all right now
I can see clearer now
And it's all right now
Now your head is up out of the clouds
And it's all right now
I can see clearer now
And it's all right now
Now your head is up out of the clouds
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Writer(s): Samuel Lloyd Duckworth
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