All Hail the Grey Dawn

When I look out of my window

The feelgood factor doesn't feel so great and good

Minors feed the majors

All hail the grey dawn

Where hopes dissolve in rainstorms

When I stare into the TV

There's wealth and health and optimism

These grinning clones are way off

All hail the grey dawn

Where there is no "ideal home"

Your're either a have-it-all or a have not

And when you have it all there's a license

To spin the line: "All this could be yours"

All hail the grey dawn

Because clean lines won't enhance your life

When toxic clouds pervade your nine-to-five

And leave you twisted, stunted, stumbling

All hail the grey dawn

For polluted minds contentment only reigns in paradise

Yet sombre TV faces tell the plight

As deprivation's straddled by designer might

All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail

It's not who your are - it's what you should have

To elevate your reason for being

Scrabble around in the bare earth

And climb back on the wheel of drudgery

All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail