Well what do you want from this old life
A car in the drive, two kids and a wife
Bricks and mortar fixing you I your place
Time to take a a good look all around
Your complacency is holding you down
Living loife in your own little bubble
That’s how they know you’ll be no trouble
But every day they take a little more from you
And you never notice the things they do
And suddenly you lose what you hold dear
Those people in the doorways
They were once like you
With hopes and dreams and bland possessions
Destroyed by market forces they were subject too
On a planet full of simple fools like you
Simple Foolish Things
