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And so in the tradition of Manfred the GreatThe people built the glorious vision in his nameGreat Britain they called it, a land for heroesA land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of EdenThe garden of Eden, levelled to the groundAnd concreted over, re-built from scratchWith I.C.I. man-made fibres, they made their paradise out of plasticBut our world is cracked and it's showing throughThe plastic backed cello-taped superglueThe paper money and the patched up liesThe cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hideThat all the king's horses and all the king's menWill never stick our world together againWith their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies,And all the paper money they exchange for our livesThink about it, our world, all the ecological catastrophesThey're happening all at once, at the same time nowMankind to the rescue, I ask you why?To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the earthFilling his fat silver-lined pockets fullSo please listen, dear peoplekindSee the reason that minkind won't save the earthCos there's no money in it for him, it's not worth his whileIt's up to usIt's up to usIt's up to us, each and every one of us Aus Songtexte Mania