Walking Dead

You're not alive, though you're not really dead
You don't need a brain, just a leash to be led
Although you're not canine
Yes it's certainly true
That you spend millions yearly
Feeding dogs just like you

We don't want action
We want apathy instead
We'll be good to our masters
Till we're old and we're dead

You watch the racing
Your wives cook the meals
You have no emotion
Cos you don't know how that feels
You read the papers that always tell you the same
Is it cos they're witty and fashionable
Or cos they're servile and tame?

We don't want action
We want apathy instead
We'll be good to our masters
Till we're old and we're dead

When you're dead and you're gone
Will god know your name?
If he's like one of you lot
He'll say, they all look the same'
But things could be different
If you sit back and think
But I know it won't happen
Till you take off that mink

We don't want action
We want apathy instead
We'll be good to our masters
Till we're old and we're dead