We were born to this century, to a world we've never seen Our clothes are stained with misery, has every dog had it's say? I've got to smile, I'm in a free and pleasant land Money grows off the backs of young and old Chained to a wall in a toyland, they toil and toil and toil While we just watch and we abhor There's lot's of money to be made when man walks over man in the game He wears it well, he's got to smile. It's there on television all the while...