G.B.H. - Mass Production

Was it you who took the money,
To the land of milk and honey ?
Your past is catching up on you,
Put it on a conveyor belt.
The chips are down, the cards are dealt,
You won't be calling trumps no more.

Everone's getting decent,
And that's what I regret.
Don't want no mass production,
Don't want no mass production blues.

I believe in quality,
Liberate the quantity.
Not like battery hens in a cage,
The self-help seekers soldier on.
They won't stop 'till the war is won,
Got no industrial spies 'round here.

One a penny, two a penny,
Blocking up all the roads.
One a penny, two a penny,
Trucks are ditching their loads.
Piling 'em here, piling 'em there,
Blocking out the light of the sun.
One a penny, two a penny,
And that's just about as cheap as they come.

Your brand new name ain't no good,
I never ever thought it would.
Just another snake in the grass,
Your cheapskate brain waves schemes,
Are just a fantasy of your brains,
Wake up it's the 20th Century.

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