The Shape of Things to Come

Open your eyes and close the door

We've had enough and we won't be taking no more

Don't turn around until you're home

And leave us to ourselves to be with your own

We built this house for us to share with those we trust

At times too much we give the world in which we live

Brainwash with a Mega dose of TV

The bleeding hearts convince us to be PC

Their sentiment just don't mean shit to me

So lock me up and throw away the key

Beneath we're all the same

Don't be so fucking lame

Our minds are duly raped just to change the shape of things to come

Get lost - there's another town to taint an another will to break

But worst of all it's all our fault