| Lyrics: | Economic forecasts soothe our dereliction.
Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick
routine.
Carried away with useless advertising dreams.
Blinding children, life as
automatons.
Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands –
Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.
Natwest, Natwest
– Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse.
Death sanitised through credit.
Barclays iron eagle ‘33
injectionÂ’.
Sold to advertiser, computer execution line.
They give then take
away, repossess and crucify.
The more you own the more you are, lonelier with cheap
desire.
Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands –
Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.
Natwest, Natwest
– Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse.
Death sanitised through credit.
Prosperity – exports for Pol
Pot.
Prosperity Mein Kampf for beginners.
Natwest, Natwest – Barclays
– Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through
credit.
Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands –
Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit |
