Killing Joke - The beautiful dead

The crowd was one (oblivion ran deep)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