Anything for a quiet life, eh?
A life of conformity, complicity, keeping your head down and your eyes, ears and mouth well shut
Where peace is the sort protected by armies and police
And the quiet is the kind you find in the graveyard
If ever I choose to change my ways to a normal life for the rest of my days
To be a good citizen what does it take?
Should I let myself be easily led by soothing voices in my head
To fill my life with plastic ‘til I’m dead?
I could buy a more beautiful better me with people on telly for company
Put all my hopes on the lottery
Should I vote for the government of liberty, shop my friends and family
Feel safe with more CCTV?
To be normal these are some of the things you’ll need
To earn your place in the temple of greed
Carry on shopping while all around you dies
For the rich and famous we’ll line the streets, I’ll live for the chance to kiss their feet
My love for leaders will be complete
I’ll take as truth everything I’m told and learn to be ruthless as my life goes cold
See that all things in this world can be bought and sold
Should I cheer the loudest when we go to war, do my best to despise the poor
When the clampdown starts I’ll be sure to stay indoors
To be normal these are some things you’ll need
See the hand that beats as the hand that feeds
Well this so called quiet life means living a lie