Someday Soon (Live, Mean Fiddler, Charing Cross, June 2003)

歌詞

Someday soon, we will take vacations on the moon Someday soon, we will build great cities under water Someday soon, we will create the ultimate human being Someday soon, you will not believe in what you're seeing Yet, they can't find a cure for a common cold But they can reconstruct a face back to the young from the old The cancer spreads, the AIDS develops in its victims Science counts the costs in lives, the cause and not the cure succeeds A child fights for life, in a state of confusion Dragged up in a cesspit full of class 'A' illusions The progress chart monitors, brilliant achievements It's a world where technology easily outweighs bereavement The market remains flooded with drugs that only suppress Twenty types that all do the same thing, profit, and screw all the rest Who drop dead in the queue, to receive operations? As the Government reveal their new million pound sensation Dancing at the policeman's ball again We sing our songs of disgust, but they don't here a thing With heads held up high they raise a toast to progression And a record breaking turnover tenth year in succession There stands a woman she has no face Her baby cries out dying arms outstretched for embrace They have no stake in the society that demands their respect A world without any hope is all they can expect