Ian Thomas - Nero's spell

Nobody, want to work no more But they still want the money And they keep askin' for more Pie in the sky, the American dream24 hour TV and the fastest machine Nero's Spell We are the stupid people dancing While the city burn to hell Only the pictures will remain The painters consumed by the insane Old warnings hanging on buried walls So the finder, may heed the call Piled up people, on such a small piece of land Pushin', shovin', tryin' to reach the feedin' hand Too many cherry in a sack bulging at the seam Crushed on the bottom they bleed where nobody Nero's Spell We are the stupid people dancing While the city burn to hell