I WANT TO SEE A WORLD

I want to see a world, where the walls don’t shout -
where disembodied mouths don’t sprout from posters,
trains of thought aren't derailed, by their Wall Street names,
and where incomes aren't bartered in their board room games.
I want to see a world where the lamp posts don’t stare -
where big brothers just a programme, not a way of life to swear to.
Where the neon’s dying flare lays the maze's secrets bare,
and all us guinea-pigs they're testing, can take rest and breaths of air.

I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls
Where she spins on sublime to her own triple time,
Free to move as the chorus unfurls
I want to see a world where waltzes and she whirls
To her own three-four - same beat as before, no more four-to-the-floor

I want to see a world where performers aren’t corporate -
where they're judged for what they’ve done, not the products they’ve endorsed.
Where evil ain’t rewarded for the children’s minds its caught,
with its advertising hoardings, and its cartoon style of drawing.
I want to see a world where a child ain’t bred to buy -
where his first words aren’t ‘gimme’ with the snatch reaction of magpies.
where he might decide to raise his eyes, from his PlaySatan's cartoon skies,
and the only names he needs on trainers, are possibly his own, that mum's sown inside.

I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls
Where she spins on sublime to her own triple time,
Free to move as the chorus unfurls
I want to see a world where waltzes and she whirls
To her own three-four - same beat as before no more four-to-the-floor

And she goes round
And she goes round
And she goes...

And she dances
Like this

To see a world where she waltzes and she whirls
Where she spins on sublime to her own triple time,
Free to move as the chorus unfurls
I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls
To her own three-four - same beat as before no more four-to-the-floor

I want to see a world but I'm probably already too late
We'll all be dead soon anyhow
That's fine - that's great

That's just fine - that's just great

I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls
Where she spins on sublime to her own triple time,
Free to move as the chorus unfurls
I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls
To her own three-four - same beat as before no more four-to-the-floor
I want to see a world but I'm probably already too late
That's just fine - that's just great
That's just fine - that's just...