As the dove rains(x2)      There's no ambition, told from vision   Pre-recorded maze of wisdom   Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling      No ambition, plague of pidgeons   Twisted up in your maze of wisdom   Shake-up, make-up, fake-up   Think you need some healing   No ambition   Same old wrong millenium scorn   Maze of wisdom   Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling      Pretty little birds all singing in the street   Few trees left, bare and shivering   In this hollow bitter street      No ambition, told from vision   Pre-recorded maze of wisdom   Bland Street Bloom (x5)   As the dove rains blood (x4)      A world of wonders   Man-made mechanical thunders   (dove, blood, dove, blood)      Like stuffing a turkey   Gutless, hollow   Man-made premeditated hole      Like a rock that doesn't roll   You are the rock that doesn't roll   Like a rock that doesn't roll   You are the rock that doesn't roll   Empty coal into the fruit bowl   Become a machine   Just one of the people   Welcome to the middle road   Your soul has now been scrolled.      No backbone, just torn and thrown   Into the show you go   No backbone, just malignant groans   Of what and where and now   Of what and when and how of what   Don't count on nothing being free   Because when you're in the concrete sea   Not you or me in between      I can't stand them, I can't stand this   About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss   Can't wear that and you can't smoke this   Bitter as a cold brew   Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss         A world of wonders   Man-made mechanical thunders   (dove, blood, dove, blood)      As the dove rains blood over the streets   Man-made mechanical thunders   I think I've seen this thing to many times before   Mediocrity has never been a way of life   I've been inspired by seeing all this strife!      Bland Street Bloom (x4)      I can't stand them, I can't stand this   About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss   Can't wear that and you can't smoke this   Bitter as a cold brew   Bitter as a cold brew pint of piss