I'm no longer preaching to the converted
That congregation has long ago deserted
And we discovered was even more despair
But we learned how to cope, we learnt now not to care
And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting, always disguising
Was there ever another place
Did we ever really exist?
All we make is entertainment
A sad indictment of what we're good at
We're all part of the grand delusion
We made so much and we let it all crumble
To safeguard our rights to make us more human
Oh this country is but an empty shell
A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell
And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting, always disguising
Was there ever another place
Did we ever really exist?
All we make is entertainment
It's so damn easy, and inescapable
"We're so post-modern, We're so post-everything"
All we make is entertainment
An end to hope and civilization
A simple way to seek perfection
Please don't tell the nation of being exposed
It only confirms what we already know
Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives
Breaking up our bones, breaking up our minds
That congregation has long ago deserted
And we discovered was even more despair
But we learned how to cope, we learnt now not to care
And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting, always disguising
Was there ever another place
Did we ever really exist?
All we make is entertainment
A sad indictment of what we're good at
We're all part of the grand delusion
We made so much and we let it all crumble
To safeguard our rights to make us more human
Oh this country is but an empty shell
A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell
And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting, always disguising
Was there ever another place
Did we ever really exist?
All we make is entertainment
It's so damn easy, and inescapable
"We're so post-modern, We're so post-everything"
All we make is entertainment
An end to hope and civilization
A simple way to seek perfection
Please don't tell the nation of being exposed
It only confirms what we already know
Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives
Breaking up our bones, breaking up our minds
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Although still vastly superior to anything else on the current market, I was quite disappointed in Postcards. Some brilliantly fun tracks like It's Not War, but overall not Manic-y enough. I know it was all 'one last shot at mass communication' and that they were trying to go for 'big radio hits with this one', but I mean seriously- a female backing choir?!
- Nicky Wire