Fall of The 49

Verse 1:

I watched the fall of the 49

I sat and stared across the media's divine

I took part in the great mistakes…

Those many flounders; spitefully taste

Ohhhh ah ohhhh, ohhhh ah ohhhh

Verse 2:

An amalgamation of cultures

A bunch of conformist lovers

A world controlled by mass media

Free trade, the selected few and mass hysteria

Ohhhh ah ohhhh, ohhhh ah ohhhh

Chorus:

So turn your Televisions off;

Go outside, tell a friend and don't get stuck

Grow a heart, grow a brain, I wish you luck

Grow a heart, grow a brain, go insane…I wish you luck

Verse 3:

What kind of world do we live in?

Where we have to lock all our doors

There is no hope to believe in

There's nothing out there but smoke

What kind of world do we live in?

Where we have to lock all our doors

There is no hope to believe in

There's nothing out there but smoke