The Beautiful Dead

The crowd was one, oblivion ran deep A consciousness of cannon fodder walking in its sleep Vacant expressions and don't look ahead "Everybody dance with the beautiful dead," I said All queue up and gravel for a hit Someone pulls the reins, then you chew at the bit Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means I laughed as it all fell apart at the seams (Hey, take a look at tomorrow) But will I inherit the good green earth? Such a lovely world All mod cons, there was dust on the drums My electronic beatbox got the job done Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul And change your clothes to make you feel old Effort and sweat was a thing of the past, they said "Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead" But will I inherit the good green earth? Such a lovely world