Roses - Nik Kershaw

Make it plastic make it pay

Use it up and throw away

Make another just the same, more or less

Burn our time down to size

Send it up into the skies

Hide the evidence with lies, what a mess

But we’ve just come from a meeting

And we’re sure you’d like to know

There’ll be deep blue skies and clear blue waters

Everywhere you go

'cos everything’s coming up roses

Or so they tell you

Coming up smelling of roses

Or so they say

Yes everything’s coming up roses

Or so they tell you

Coming up smelling of roses

Or so they say

In the name of energy

We give our problems to the sea

But they’ll be back for you and me

In or haste, we forget

Leaving our mistakes behind

Out of sight is out of mind

Our disposable mankind

What a waste

But we’ve talked to the experts

And they know a thing or two

They say it’s all hunky dory

There’s nothing for you to do

'cos everything’s coming up roses

Or so they tell you

Coming up smelling of roses

Or so they say

Yes everything’s coming up roses

Or so they tell you

Coming up smelling of roses

Or so they say

But it’s an awful price to pay

Believing everything they say

Here tomorrow gone today

So take me home to the red red skies and the

Brown, brown grass and the black, black seas

And the broken glass and the dead, dead trees

But everything’s coming up roses

Or that’s what they tell you

'cos everything’s coming up roses

Or so they tell you

Coming up smelling of roses

Or so they say

Yes everything’s coming up roses

Or so they tell you

Coming up smelling of roses

Or so they say

'cos everything’s coming up roses