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