The Beautiful Dead - Killing Joke

A consciousness of cannon-fodder walking in its sleep

Vacant expressions (and don’t look ahead)

Everybody dance with the beautiful dead I said!

All queue up and gravel for a hit

SOmeone pulls the reins then you chew at the bit

Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means

I laughed as it all fell apart at the seams

(Hey! Take a look at tomorrow)

But will I inherit the good green earth?

Such a lovely world

All mod-cons there was dust on the drums

My electronic beat-box got the job done

Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul

And change your clothes (to make you feel old)

Effort and sweat was a thing of the past (they said!)

Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead