Swedish Magazines - More to Life

He's been working in the factory, packing spleen
No one asks what he knows or where he's been
There's no time to be alive, give me enough time to die
No one cares anywhere but be prepared
He's got a boss, he's a right tosser
A little man with big plans
He's all swollen with self-satisfaction like pollen
On a bee so greedy he can no longer fly
Dollar signs in his eyes
We're all living on borrowed time
Upholding lies, abetting crime, ignoring all the signs
I don't care for shallow sheens, uptight scenes
the most crooked and cunning schemes you ever seen
but I'll always bring back a gift from where I been
Hang a mirror baby wipe your tears
There's more to life than being alive but the sound gets lost before the ears
I remember you in tight jeans, the school scene, the soccer team
I let her go, it wasn't fair, I weren't to know
Young love devoured like pornography
We all sat beauty on our knee
But nothing stays the same, though nothing's really changed
It all just gets rearranged and time's blamed
The stale spectre of tradition and all this repetition
For those you won't take what's not given
The snake is bitten, Truth is never hidden
We trade on love like a game of badminton
I hit the road lazier than a toad
I always am where I go
And when I leave, I never know
And what I take, it never shows
Hang a mirror baby wipe your tears
There's more to life than being alive but the sound gets changed inside the ears
Moonrise, high tide, buildings crumbling down like sandcastles in the sky
The TV screen, big brothers unblinking eye
Take now and you'll be giving when you die
The loose change, ripe brains,
Walking thru the park with your libido on a dog chain
Fire rain, it's all coming back again
All sorts, we're getting killed for blood sports
Ancestry, the missing key
Give your pet a stupid name it's bound to run away
It's true, it's all shame
Next time you see the poster check out the missing pet's name
I'm bleeding on the inside, the life ride
Pay with your brain as a tour guide
You'll never see the chemistry
Until you take off all your clothes and lay down in a cemetery
Hang a mirror baby wipe your tears
There's more to life than being alive
But the sound gets lost inside the ears
We're all walking down the yellow brick road
No one hears nothing heads full of mobile phones
Affluence on loan, the real gold growing beneath our toes
Yeah I'm preaching but I'm preaching cos I don't care
I'm intact, sincerity is where it's at
I never seen a rat rape another rat, we're not cats, nonchalant and detached
I saw a punk with a t-shirt that read I don't bow to authority
Authority? I thought it should read Authenticity
You'll know a liar by his praise of honesty
Hypocrisy, the only true enemy
I'll fall first, but what's worse
Falling ill, or praying to be cursed?

(lyric and music Van Walker)

Written by:
DONOVAN WALKER

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