The Age Of Self - Mystery Jets

They say the working class is dead, we’re all consumers now

They say that we have moved ahead, we’re all just people now

There’s people doing «frightfully well», there’s others on the shelf

But nevermind the second kind, this is the age of self

It seems to me if we forget our roots and where we stand

The movement will disintegrate like castles built on sand

They say we need new images to help our movement grow

So we point the lens back on ourselves and turn the lights down low

While Zuckerberg and Rubert Murdoch play with pinter’s ink

The workers round the world still die for Rio Tinto zing

It seems to me if we forget our roots and where we stand

The movement will disintegrate like castles built on sand

Like castles built on sand

Like castles built on…