Moving

We think we’re moving

In the midst of this life we are immersed
Money, gambles, what an ignorant thirst
When will we rise? And fall again
And somewhere inbetween we are found

We think we’re moving

What time?! Is it always 5 past 8?
Im always running late for the deadline
But I’ll survive – on my 9 to 5
Until the pension comes to pay my rent!

We think we’re moving

Maybe we could save them all if we made them all our slaves
And gave them microwaves instead of handguns and grenades
With great inventions like the petrol driven car –
We wont get very far when all the oil runs right out!

We think we’re moving on

And its not what you think.