作词 : Greg MacPherson
作曲 : Greg MacPherson
My head is clear and my thoughts are light from the long dark hall down a dozen flights
Young and strong and free
Ignorant and white in these new post post-post-post modern times
We’re littered with holes
Rays from both poles
Pulses fired from a distant remote
Riding no hands in debt a few grand, over the ridge down the hill to coast and pretend
Language is colourful
Your kids are wonderful
Change feels impossible
Market unstoppable

Stock blowing out a storm blowing in with bullet sized hale
Huge folds of skin
Afraid of each other right to the end
Depressed and alone in a huge crowd of friends
Language is colourful
Your kids are wonderful
Change feels impossible
Market unstoppable
Conditions optimal
I feel just terrible
News is all horrible
It’s all unbearable

It’s crisp and cold when systems change
We’re safe and warm and entertained
A century of protest some social gain
Out of idle hands and swirling down the drain
Photos of earth beamed back from the edge
See the past and future in the infrared
From the microscopic drones to the horse-drawn sled
To the waking dead of his head on bed going off his meds
Language is colourful
Your kids are wonderful
Change feels impossible
Market unstoppable
Conditions optimal
I feel just terrible
News is all horrible
It’s all unbearable