Whatever happened to creativity?
It left this green earth at a high velocity.
Turned around and gave itelf invisibility
In blacked out haze that left us all wondering.
Whatever happened to imagination?
Everyone standing here with only one station,
everything the same in this squeeze dried nation.
Nothing else left but blank wide stares.
Everything by formulas, everything before us,
Ignorant businessmen sitting in their boardrooms,
Fuckwit businessmen who know how to clone us,
Know how to buy us, know how to own us.
The Jam said it best when they saw this mess,
The public want what the public get,
Sitting in our swamps waist deep in cess,
You need to open up and see that this shit is incessant.
Pre-production, lyrics and synth by Ross Kelly
Assembly and production by Alejandro Urdaneta and Ross Kelly