In the afternoon we've learned to adapt To a strange and implausible reality Warning bells had been tolling so long But no one would listen to reason Oh the arrogance and the greed They only saw what they wanted to see Such belligerence, such bloody fools
Chorus A race to the bottom It's a journey to Hell Self annihilation A world gone frantic with zero to tell Tomorrow's generation
In the aftermath a few of us remember The comforts of everyday reality Now we've back to the horse & the wheel The future a thing of the past Your descendants will have to make do They'll never miss what they never knew Electricity and computers too
The world just carried on No provision in place As every well ran dry They continued to race
In the here-aftermath every breath Will remind you of by gone insanity We needed heroes but choose to be zeros Hold on for the rest of your life Back to the start, beginning again Like being born in seven hundred & ten Here it comes now, just around the bend
Chorus A race to the bottom Going over the edge Self annihilation A world gone frantic with zero to pledge To any generationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
