Postcard
Lyrics by Big Ugly Jim
I'm sending you a postcard from the end of the west
It really is a wonder as we fail another test
The malls are packed and everyone is in their Sunday best
And there's a line-up at the Gap to have your sins confessed
Freedom from oppression is a line of trendy jeans
And everyone will buy them since they don't know what it means
Everything we know is coming loose along the seams
But it really doesn't matter all that matters now is schemes
I'm sending you a postcard from the fall of everything
There's a bunch of girls around who claim they don't know anything
And when their spirits start to soar it's market jingles that they sing
As brands and copyrights and slogans put the business in the thing
From the rooftops of the world we sound our joyous culling song
We do it cuz we have to even though we know it's wrong
Economy will not withstand these sensibilities
And so we must continue running straight towards calamity
I'm sending you a postcard from society's last days
Watching shows spill from the TV just like in the good old days
I'm nothing now but just another thing with wants to feed
So selfish like the rest of them with every want a need
We lost our way so long ago but never turned around
Liberty and freedom both were buried underground
We would have liked to turn around, we would have liked to stop
But the trouble was that we had already opened up shop