It's so hard to understand why the world is your oyster but your future's a clam. - Paul Weller

The lords and ladies pass a ruling
That sons and girls go hand in land
From good stock and the best breeding
Paid for by the servile class.

The morning slips away in a Valium haze and catalogues,
And numerous cups of coffee,
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost -
A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery...

You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns -
And the public wants what the public gets - but I don't get what this society wants.