Letras: New Model Army. Brave New World.

The office lines are busy
And the girls are working hard
Tonight they'll be out clubbing with
Their boyfriends busy wishing they were

Gentlemen, please take your seats
There's champagne in the boardroom
Let's drink a toast to prosperity
Tell the waiting pressmen that
No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all

Remember locking all the doors
Before you went to bed
Then waking with those racing dreams
Ringing round your head

The future's full of shining cars on shining tarmac roads
Cutting through the wasted years
And all the old abandoned tracks and
No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all

So keep that smile on your face
Have a drink to help you sleep at night
They got what they desired
We're passive in their brave new world

We are not young and beautiful
We are not rich and bold
And we are not your people
Who bought the dreams you sold

And we hate your smiling faces
And we hate what you have done
We hate your patronizing
And we hate your cold blue eyes

And we all feel this raging
And we all feel the same
This crazy blinding fury
That we cannot explain

And we all see reflections in our lover's eyes
We live with so few troubles
But with so many, many lies and
No, there's nothing wrong here, nothing at all