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