There's a hole in our logic. There's a hole in the sky. And one day just like magic. We're all going to die. 'Cause we didn't turn the lights off. And we didn't take the bus. Even though we know we should have. Oh silly old us. Well we should have recycled. And saved our resouces. While there's still someone elses. Someone call the armed forces. And we'll blame it on terror. Also known as religion. But we shouldn't feel guilt. For protecting our children. Exuse me sir. But is this what they call denial. Just to carry on regardless. We'll only do it for a while. We'll carry on straight down the line. Down the road to nowhere. Do you know where it is leading us. And do we even wanna go there. I don't have the answers. I don't know where we start. Start to pick up all the pieces. Of everything we've torn apart. Now you'd think that we'd be grateful. For the fact we've got a choice. Instead we fight back at people. Who don't even have a voice. And the teachers always told us. Told us we should love thy neighbour. And my mother always told me. Told me I should vote [new?] labour. But I don't know who to trust. And I just find it all confusing. All as useless as eachother. Past the point of being amusing. Exuse me sir. But is this what they call denial. Just to carry on regardless. We'll only do it for a while. We'll carry on straight down the line. Down the road to nowhere. Do you know where it is leading us. And do we even wanna go there. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Exuse me sir. But is this what they call denial. Just to carry on regardless. We'll only do it for a while. We'll carry on straight down the line. Down the road to nowhere. Do you know where it is leading us. And do we even wanna go there.