I think we must have all gone mad

Maybe right turned over

They promise us the earth

Instead weve got the great depression

Now youre free and easy with the base

You blame your brothers and sisters

And neurotics say "sod the rest"

Its the new dissention



Into the abyss

By pushing forwards

Its always down

Its a desperate war

Youre trying to blow yourselves up

You dont care who you stand... with the help about

Hey hey - well thats not the way



No sense or reason in your fussing and fighting

And your violent obsession

Whos ever really left feeling fine

After the great depression?

No sense of purpose in the competion

Keeping up with the joness

You buy a house,

You buy a car

You buy a marriage and a bed of roses



Into the abyss

By pushing forwards

Its always down

Its a desperate war

Youre trying to blow yourselves up

You dont care who you stand ... with the help about



Hey hey - well thats not the way