They're not human, they're with the . . . They eat food I wouldn't give to my dog They're hygenic, medicated They wouldn't live next door to no wog They're not human, where do they come from? I don't know what they're living here for They don't belong here on this planet What are they doing in the house next door Wives tranquilised, pets pasteurised Kids hypnotised by the TV Gotta beat you, gotta leech you They'll treat you like family All across the nation, it's civilisation All across the nation, it's civilisation They're not human, they've got a new car They're gonna polish it all the day long They've got a brand new rubber woman They're gonna blow her up all the night long They're not human, it's a double-cross They sold out for a handful of beads They sold everything for nothing Just a hatful of dreams and a handful of greed Keep 'em happy, keep 'em drinking Keep 'em laughing, no thinking No dying, no weeping Keep 'em hypnotised, keep 'em sleeping All across the nation, it's civilisation All across the nation, it's civilisation Pack you off to school, get working Get a steady job, no shirking Get to sixty-five, get a handshake You're a vegetable with a heartache All across the nation, it's civilisation All across the nation, it's civilisation (repeat)
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