It's a straight and narrow path
Or is it fate which takes our hand?
Play the game, praise the man
That fakes the master planTake the rough with the smooth
Whose loss do we lose?
What else could we disprove?
Who shapes the abuse?You prostitute integrity
And blindly steal identityBuy it out and watch it die
Fashion talks, the bullshit flies
Bite your tongue and breathe a sight
Take the fall or take the climbStreamlined and new improved
A nation sadly out of tune
Is it just old-fashioned
Creation with a passion?Just an observation
Of a machine generation
Push this
Push thisThe same old song
The same old song
The same old song
The same old songIs the message lost in this?
That's not politics
There's a rhyme to this reason
They're one and the sameTake the heart they've broke
And the money they've choked
You're left with no answer
To this industry chancerJust an observation
Of a machine generation
Push this
Push thisThe same old song
The same old song
The same old song
The same old songPush this
Push this