When I look out of my window The feelgood factor doesn't feel so great and good
Minors feed the majors All hail the grey dawn Where hopes dissolve in rainstorms
When I stare into the tv There's wealth and health and optimism
These grinning clones are way off All hail the grey dawn Where there is no \"ideal home\"
Your're either a have-it-all or a have not And when you have it all there's a license To spin the line: \"All this could be yours\"
All hail the grey dawn
Because clean lines won't enhance your life When toxic clouds pervade your nine-to-five And leave you twisted, stunted, stumbling
All hail the grey dawn
For polluted minds contentment only reigns in paradise
Yet sombre tv faces tell the plight As deprivation's straddled by designer might
All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail
It's not who your are - it's what you should have To elevate your reason for being Scrabble around in the bare earth And climb back on the wheel of drudgery