All Hail The Grey Dawn

When I look out of my window

The feelgood factor doesn't feel so great and good



Minors feed the majors

All hail the grey dawn

Where hopes dissolve in rainstorms



When I stare into the TV

There's wealth and health and optimism



These grinning clones are way off

All hail the grey dawn

Where there is no "ideal home"



Your're either a have-it-all or a have not

And when you have it all there's a license

To spin the line: "All this could be yours"



All hail the grey dawn



Because clean lines won't enhance your life

When toxic clouds pervade your nine-to-five

And leave you twisted, stunted, stumbling



All hail the grey dawn



For polluted minds contentment only reigns in paradise



Yet sombre TV faces tell the plight

As deprivation's straddled by designer might



All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail



It's not who your are - it's what you should have

To elevate your reason for being

Scrabble around in the bare earth

And climb back on the wheel of drudgery



All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail