Give me some more institution baby

There’s something about mankind and his obsession with institutions. Think about it. From the time you are born in a hospital you are in an institution, crying next to a hundred others preparing to do time. Then you go to a nursery, another institution with prospective inmates. Then you probably go to school and surprise surprise, you find yourself in another jam-packed institution. They make sure you come in on time and leave on time. They feed you books for lunch. They empty your brain and fill it with things you have no clue what the fuck they're there about. They cut down the trees and pave away your football field to make room in the institution. They even give you a uniform too. Then you run and gasp and yell and somehow manage to get out and get into another institution, college. You mingle with fellow inmates, you fall in love, you fall out of love, you fight, you rebel, you graduate into life. Then soon enough you find yourself moving towards another seemingly inevitable institution – the corporate cubicled prison. They tell you to show up on time, they threaten to fire you if you don’t, they make you fill timesheets, they make you work on weekends, they make you work on Christmas, they turn you into a mindless corporate creature who sits in the corner of the pub and slowly drowns in his drink. Years fly away and you wonder why your hair is suddenly grey, why your have a pot belly and why your entire life has passed you by. And then one day you decide to retire and stare at the wall. By then you can’t do fuckall, the institution has broken your back. The institution has won. And you don’t even know what the score is.

strange new world

confusion has set it
the world ain’t what it used to be
maybe it it’s just my problem
there must be something wrong with me

god made man, and man made god
now man is god, and god doesn’t know

the machines flood the pathways
the faster you go is the better you be
let's forget about who you are
just show me your expensive car

god made man, and man made money
money made man, and now god is money

Religion and god are under question
They’re now just a reason to war
we’re on a quest to bleed the sky
and looks like we’re not very far

god made man, and man made the gun
the gun made man, and now god is the gun

let the wind blow and rustle the trees
let the animals run wild and free
before their limbs are cut and
mankind is brought to his knees

god made man, and man made concrete
concrete made man, now god is concrete

the harder you fuck, the longer you last
this is the new meaning of love
the red flowers are dying in the bin
let’s see your bank balance before we begin

god made man, and man made lust
lust made man, and now god is lust

(guitar solo)