Bovine Spungiform Economics Lyrics - Harmony No Harmony - Million Dead

The maternity ward 

where I was born 

was knocked down in the first Gulf War to build an airport 

for housing Allied steel, 

for upholding Allied ideals, 

like a stable petroleum price and consumer choice 

Oh Lord won't you buy me any kind of car, 

I've walked so very far away from where I began 

Our few remaining parks 

are being smothered by cinemas, 

and the requisite stock of car-parks (it's not the same) 

And our children will rejoice 

in unbridled freedom of choice 

of superstores and different brands of cultural decay 

Oh Lord won't you buy me any kind of car, 

I've walked so very far away from where I began 

You only get out what you put in, 

and all that we pay is credence sincere at the altars of competition and desire 

All choice and no need makes Jack a dull economist 

They're selling ad-space on the subway walls, 

and privatizing the tenement halls, 

prophet and cause superseded by profit and loss 

They'd have Marshall's mustachiod face 

staring down from every public place 

if they taught honest history in schools and people knew who he was 

Oh Lord won't you buy me any kind of car, 

I've walked so very far away from where I began