The Combine

And life is very different when you're in a crowd When you're in a crowd you see things as they really are The smell the fear and hate generated by all around I wanna breakaway but the ties are too strong I wanna go on holiday but the crowd says I can't See life is very difficult when you're in a crowd Sometimes in the night I wish I was faraway But then I realize even escape will be in vain I wanna close my eyes and be like the rest I mean nobody wants to die although the crowd say they do Look life is very intricate when you're in a crowd Life becomes the movies And everyone has a role It's easy being the actors When the combine's the only star Sunday papers And the dailies Ena Sharples Page 3 girls News at ten War in Rhodesia Far away In a distant land But we're alright We're nice and warm here No one to hurt us Except ourselves