MASS PRODUCTION Songtext

Words & Music: Abrahall, Blyth, Lomas, Reder Was it you who took the money, to the land of milk and honey ? Your past is catching up on you, put it on a conveyor belt. The chips are down, the cards are dealt, you won't be calling trumps no more. Everone's getting decent, and that's what I regret. Don't want no mass production, don't want no mass production blues. I believe in quality, liberate the quantity. Not like battery hens in a cage, the self-help seekers soldier on. They won't stop 'till the war is won, got no industrial spies 'round here. One a penny, two a penny, blocking up all the roads. One a penny, two a penny, trucks are ditching their loads. Piling 'em here, piling 'em there, blocking out the light of the sun. One a penny, two a penny, and that's just about as cheap as they come. Your brand new name ain't no good, I never ever thought it would. Just another snake in the grass, your cheapskate brain waves schemes, are just a fantasy of your brains, wake up it's the 20th Century.