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