It's a straight and narrow path   Or is it fate which takes our hand?   Play the game, praise the man   That fakes the master plan      Take the rough with the smooth   Whose loss do we lose?   What else could we disprove?   Who shapes the abuse?      You prostitute integrity   And blindly steal identity      Buy it out and watch it die   Fashion talks, the bullshit flies   Bite your tongue and breathe a sight   Take the fall or take the climb      Streamlined and new improved   A nation sadly out of tune   Is it just old-fashioned   Creation with a passion?      Just an observation   Of a machine generation   Push this   Push this      The same old song   The same old song   The same old song   The same old song      Is the message lost in this?   That's not politics   There's a rhyme to this reason   They're one and the same      Take the heart they've broke   And the money they've choked   You're left with no answer   To this industry chancer      Just an observation   Of a machine generation   Push this   Push this      The same old song   The same old song   The same old song   The same old song      Push this   Push this