Drugged a million words, just like ourselves
Formed a straight line, plucking at sound-waves
And oh, for no-one ever
Darkest singing
The days of tripping
Upon snakes are over now
Do you feel empty now?
Do you feel empty now
Inside?
Do you feel empty now
Inside the fascist city?
Empty now?
Inside...
And I'm thinking of euphoria
Spiked on golden splinters
With the church of relativity
All under my fingers
Head up into the bluest skies
Stuck in the glue with the dying flies
Inside the vapour you were grown
In the LSD of the speaker cone
Been given the cobwebs to blow away
Been celebrating each wasted day
In unconditional luxury
Comatose, living life in a sugar cube
Do you feel pleasure now?
Do you feel pleasure now
Inside the fascist body?
Pleaser now
Inside...
Post-acid youth, post-acid youth
Post-acid youth, post-acid youth
Post-acid youth, post-acid youth
Dumb and hooked on fossil fuels
A gorged generation
Speckled and smackey
Singing Prozac is golden
Escaped the prison they called the head
And glittered the bones of the young and dead
On big Imperial chemistry
Elastic, dumb and vulnerable
But somewhere down south
You're where the birds are singing
You'll hear the barbed wire doves
Of a million mothers
Is there fulfilment now?
Is there fulfilment now
Inside the fascist psyche?
The fascist psyche
Bring us fulfilment now
Inside
Post-acid youth, post-acid youth
Post-acid youth, post-acid youth
Post-acid youth, post-acid youth
