Mass Production Lyrics - G.b.h.

Was it you who took the money, 

to the land of milk and honey ? 

Your past is catching up on you, 

put it on a conveyor belt. 

The chips are down, the cards are dealt, 

you won't be calling trumps no more. 

Everone's getting decent, 

and that's what I regret. 

Don't want no mass production, 

don't want no mass production blues. 

I believe in quality, 

liberate the quantity. 

Not like battery hens in a cage, 

the self-help seekers soldier on. 

They won't stop 'till the war is won, 

got no industrial spies 'round here. 

One a penny, two a penny, 

blocking up all the roads. 

One a penny, two a penny, 

trucks are ditching their loads. 

Piling 'em here, piling 'em there, 

blocking out the light of the sun. 

One a penny, two a penny, 

and that's just about as cheap as they come.