The Combine

And life is very difficult, when you're in a crowd When you're in the crowd, you see things as they really are You can smell the fear and hate, generated by all around - I want to breakaway, but the ties are too strong Want to go on holiday, but the crowd says I can't See life is very difficult, when you're in the crowd Oh, sometimes in the night, I wish I was faraway But then I realize, even escape will be in vain I want to close my eyes and be like the rest I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do Look, life is very intricate, when you're in a crowd Life becomes the movies And everyone has a role It's easy being the actors When the combine's the only star Sunday papers And the dailies Ena Sharples Page 3 girls News at ten War in Rhodesia Far away In a distant land But we're alright We're nice and warm here No one to hurt us Except ourselves