Lyrics Private Line

Private Line

Dead Decade

Give it up baby, don’t bother turning around

The tower started shaking, your city burned to the ground

Some said ‘it’s our lot’ – well, thanks a lot, “pass the salt”, and “shut up”

Babel Babble small talk, another flood and we’ll drown

Dear Mary, your son looked so scary, after hanging uptown

Lord knows that his dad don’t care if, we’re double crossed and let down

Let’s leave together

On holiday to our holocaust

You’ll love the weather

The heat is up and the hell’s got frost

Sit back, enjoy decay

This is the dead decade

Landfills, oil spills – those dolphins ain’t laughing now

Fields of blood, trees are cut –why ask if they make a sound?

There’s Danny in his pit of lions – he knows the zoo’s outside

The whale found no place to hide in – Jonah had an easier ride

Let’s leave together

On holiday to our holocaust

You’ll love the weather

You know the heat is up and the world’s got lost

There’s nothing left to save

In a d-d-d-dead decade

We’re living in a dead decade, oh

Still thinking we will get out safe, so

All those who say ‘don’t fear tomorrow’

They sound so hollow

We’re dancing as our world decays, yeah

Death marching us in its parade and

See how our children follow

in sorrow tomorrow

CHIDREN: Keep playing all your deadly games

Mom’s worried but we’re not afraid

Who knows if we’ll be here tomorrow

But till then just follow

We’re living in a dead decade, Aww

Still thinking that we have time to play and

All those who told us weep or follow

Have managed to destroy tomorrow