I shook the Devil’s hand the other day God was right there but he looked the other way And only he knows who gets the best of the bargain Cause he runs the casino and sets the profit margin What did you expect? You let the fox guard the chicken Now you’re perplexed they’ve gone missing? It takes a miracle to not become cynical Like the environment’s inimical to principles A perfect habitat for spineless fucking clumps of jelly Swimming with the tide, legs undeveloped and thumping bellies, Sipping on their wine like everything is fine It’s fucking priceless I shook the Devil’s hand the other day Then God came out of nowhere screaming “brother wait” Well fuck, I’ve gotta say, that is not what I expected My pleasure, I treasure the gesture beyond measure, however Mate, you are too fucking late I gave my soul to the Devil Just after God took my spine Never been much of a rebel I’m just trying to walk the line We’re in the lap of the Gods now Cause our leaders have failed us I guess they made a trade-off Our future for a brand new Maybach Yeah, that’s well played bruv Get those pats on the back from your lads A hearty clap for that sack full of cash Get those nuggets and fill those pockets Take the lead in the dick swinging contest Ride off into the sunset The man, the myth, the legend, you're destined for glory From rags to riches to head-spinning orgies What did we expect? We’ve been teaching our kids for decades Competing is how you make headway And should you care to disagree You won’t get a word in edgeways We’re in the lap of the Gods now And all we can do is pray They don’t let us fall down I gave my soul to the Devil Just after God took my spine Never been much of a rebel I’m just trying to walk the line I gave my soul to the Devil Just after God took my spine Now the score has been settled We’re all partners in crime

Life is bloody awesome Everyone you meet is someone who's important And everything you touch turns into a fortune A trail of destruction in your wake from the explosion of endorphins Just keep on walking mate It's more than great how bloody well you function So empty inside, but you're still creating content The peak of evolution has been reached And it's conclusion: a consumer with no conscience Stupid and obnoxious, refusing to use logic Programmed to accumulate profits to the day you kick the bucket Mate don't you just love it The money, the only true religion Now listen, I'm about to share some wisdom You're worthless shits, if you don't work your shifts Your purpose is to increase surpluses For the dirty rich slave driving devil worshippers Who have as much regard for your life as murderers But hold up, before you make them the target of all your blame Realise they're players in a game called the free market Which magically appeared to fuck you up your arses Now get back to work Margaret is waiting for her harvest Toil toil toil And everybody work work work Toil toil toil And everybody work, I don't care, if it hurts Get back to fucking work Welcome to the big illusion Everyone's a winner, no-one here is losing Activate your happy face, the world is yours to captivate Your amazing smile blazing mile for mile like radioactive waste What a tragic fate for next generations That magic taste of revenue turning acid faced with all the residue From 438 nuclear power stations At least we sent a rocket up to Mars, celebrations To a future in the basement, surrounded by wastelands The entire planet vacant, nothing left, but the fragrance of rotting flesh What's fucking next? Nothingness and contagion? Humans are amazing Welcome to the big illusion Make yourself at home, cause it's all for your amusement We're all entertainers here hiding all that pain and fear Oh we'll make it through the day As long as we are high on the latest gear It's the rudiments and those opiates are the appropriate lubricants To grease the machine and bring it back in tune again Bouncing off the walls with an exuberance Only matched by loose again hooligans Toil toil toil And everybody work work work Toil toil toil And everybody work, I don't care, if it hurts Get back to fucking work

Strange init? This shit is so troubling World leaders, military top brass squabbling Like kids in the sandbox, they're quarreling In contrast: here's Larry Fink, he's not worrying The big money folder, the kingpin of Blackrock Swimming in the millions, he's sitting in the jackpot Wearing nothing, but Royal Violet Ascot Fondling his package, snapshot It's weird, how we picture the stinking rich It's weird, how they're always first to leave the sinking ship It's weird, how we aspire to rise higher Wet dreams of rubbing shoulders with the empire's designers Dribbling and drooling in a pool of saliva The pride of creation, glad I made your acquaintance I'm filled with amazement: we belong to the same species? I mean I see it with regards to our physical appearance Other than that we're entirely different creatures Cause all I want is love, peace, compassion For you, for me, our world re-imagined And all I want is love, peace, compassion For you and for me Strange init? Facing it, the tangible fact that yet another visionary Became a cynic the same minute you were having a nap Who's to blame, when it basically just happens like that? Treasonous folk used to be beacons of hope Now they're legionnaires with greedy glares their teeth at your throat You're barely keeping afloat in a world of broken promises But don't you worry, there won't be any consequences Ask Kissenger, Bush or Rumsfeld Well aren't they adorable? No wonder they have done well And yeah, I'll put Obama there, father of Obamacare Two beautiful daughters and a shitload of bombshells Tearing other fathers' daughters to pieces In their sleep in 2016 for no reason Good grief, the Commander in Chief, right there on Times Square Bouncing to the beat with the crowd at his feet It's the American Dream, for all I care it's just a bloody nightmare Strange Init? Picturing the shit that could happen History on repeat, here's a new re-enactment Another arms race all for your excitement Putting you in harm's way right till your life's end Violence is everywhere, from Thailand to Delaware The military crying for a rise of expenditure The peace alliance's bias: laissez faire They have as much authority as a tiny child's teddy bear Bloody hell, there's good reason to believe in it You see its shadow in the eyes of corpses they're retrieving In the sea during peak season of the stampede For our so-called realm of freedom And this is how we greet them? (Go back home you f***ing t***) I'm sick of it, these fucking bastards Acting like colonial masters, they are hypocrites We don't call them warlords When they come in suits with Caucasian complexion Let's christen them businessmen bringing in dividends From selling protection How could they know people would actually start using their weapons? All I want is love, peace, compassion For you, for me, our world re-imagined All I want is love, peace compassion For you and for me