R&r Lyrics - New Model Army

Days into weeks of Sunday afternoons 

Nothing much for us to say nothing real for us to do 

Just watch the carousel go round and round in endless circles 

in the pupil of the Deadeye until you just feel numb 

It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not much trouble anymore 

it's mostly the blissed-out stuff that people really go for 

and the juggernaut tyranny of oblivion 4/4 

Double, triple bluff and then back on itself 

a world of ironies and tribute bands, everything downsized 

I don't know where it was but I swear I've heard that song 

it was a century of answers and all of them have been wrong. 

Wake me in a thousand years 

Sorry little island, you look better in the rain 

You looked more honest in blue or something we can't see through 

and out across the world I see four billion claims 

and all of them have faces and all of them have names 

Enough. Wake me in a thousand years 

The Prozac dawn opens milky white 

I don't remember what it was I got so passionate about 

It's all now digitally synthesised, seduced, stainless 

the bad smell of poverty disguised, deodorised 

There's just the scent of money and Privilege still intact 

A century of madness put to sleep to start over again 

Here comes the Presidential train. 

We looked into the crystal and we felt the Fear 

but it's already here, it's already too late 

We're learning to love the things that we hate 

We're learning to love the things that we hate