Lyrics & music : shane embury
It’s a straight and narrow path
Or is it fate which takes our hand ?
Play the game, praise the man that fakes the masterplan ;
Take the rough with the smooth.
Whose loss do we loose ?
What else could we disprove ?
Who shapes the abuse ?
You prostitute integrity and blindly steal identity.
Buy it out and watch it die ;
Fashion talks, the bullshit flies.
Bite your tongue and breath a sight ;
Take the fall or take the climb.
Streamlined and new improved,
A nation sadly out of tune.
Is it just old-fashioned – creation with a passion ?
Just an observation of a machine generation.
Push this.
The same old song.
Is the message lost in this – that’s not politics ?
There’s a rhyme to this reason :
They’re one and the same.
Take the heart they’ve broke
And the money they’ve choke ;
You’re left with no answer
To this industry chancer.
Just an observation of a machine generation.
Push this.
The same old song.