| Someday soon we’ll take vacations on the moon.
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| Someday soon we’ll build great cities under water.
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| Someday son we’ll create the ultimate human being.
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| Someday soon you won’t believe in what you’re seeing.
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| And yet they can’t find a cure for a common cold,
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| But they can reconstruct a face,
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| Back to the young from the old.
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| The cancer spreads, the AIDS develops in it’s victims,
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| Science counts the cost in lives,
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| The cause and not the cure succeeds.
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| A child fights for life, in a state of confucion.
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| Dragged up in a cesspit full of class’A’illusions.
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| The progress chart monitors, brilliant achievemets.
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| It’s a world where technology easily outweighs bereavement.
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| The market remains flooded with drugs that only suppress,
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| Twenty types that all do the same thing,
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| Profit and screw all the rest.
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| Who drop dead in the queue, to receive operations,
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| As the government reveal their new million pound sensation.
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| Dancing at the policemen’s ball again,
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| We sing our songs of disgust,
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| But they don’t hear a thing with heads held up high
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| They raise a toast to progression, and a record breaking
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| Turnover tenth year in succession.
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| There stands a woman she has no face.
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| Her baby cries out dying arms outstretched for embrace.
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| They have no stake in the society that demands their respect.
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| A world with any hope is all they can expect. |