Head in a Bucket
Somebody is responsible for all this
This global economical terrorism
Effects directly our own quiet peaceful lives
We are being controlled
Are we aware of this
As we chomp away in our plastic bucket
Scoffing our fill on lifestyled adverts
Eating our way through
All the things we can’t do with without with
Television generation of fashions dictation
Of empty stomachs
Selling every inch of perfection and heaven
For the money we just can’t afford
Bought and sold back to ourselves
While we listen to excuses
From faceless faces
Whose spiel of propaganda-ites
Lays out their dysfunctional lies of truth
They give horses a noses bag of dry grain to chew on
Stuff and nonsense
If you, or we, or I, should ever think as an individual
They will roll out death from its dark and rotting catacomb
And scare the shit out of you, or we, or me
Humanoid head in a bucket
While our future is bartered by someone
For the things we already own
And this the vox populi finds its demon
Discovers its own voice in a reality show
Do we really need all this
Or have we become so immured of the techno-bubble bullshit
That the very meaning of life and living
Has been reduced to acquiring the latest trend
Head in a bucket
In a feeding trough frenzy of having to have
And can’t do without
All the pampered squealings of piglets
Our consent of ridicule is taken for granted
We are the bricks inside someone else’s billion dollar
palace
We are traded by a consensus of avarice
We are fooled, it seems, constantly, by a plastic bucket
Consider if you will, the ludicrousness of a gold plated
toilet
Or a diamond encrusted mobile phone
Such squander and abuse of wealth
Should be globally; illegal
Consider if you will, a bloated and malnourished child
Or the medicines you cannot afford
Such squander and abuse of life
Is by the money, made; acceptable
Somebody is responsible for all this
This global economic terrorism
Head in a bucket