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Mass Production

G.b.h
(album: From Here To Reality)

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.