Big Brother - Mad Caddies - Various Artists - Vegas Records, Mad Caddies

We are one in a million we are one and the same

Like buildings of our generation

They’re in our name

They’ll censor it with a whistle now

While back in 1952

The mercy of our mother there is nothing left to do

It’s only human nature pollutes temptation

We have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation

(please god tell me i haven’t got this right!)

His things gone too far

We’re entirely described

The peeling microwavers and a telescopic eye

Intimate dimension keeping perfect track of time

The rolling mass of thunder on a simulated line

We are all one

It can’t be undone

Were stuck

There no future!

If i had my way

I would fly far away

Where noone else could find me

And build a home

I could call my very own

The way it was supposed to be