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Someday soon, we will take vacations on the moon
Someday soon, we will build great cities under water
Someday soon, we will create the ultimate human being
Someday soon, you will not believe in what you're seeing

Yet, they can’t find a cure for a common cold
But they can reconstruct a face back to the young from the old
The cancer spreads, the AIDS develops in its victims
Science counts the costs in lives, the cause and not the cure succeeds

A child fights for life, in a state of confusion
Dragged up in a cesspit full of class ‘A’ illusions
The progress chart monitors, brilliant achievements
It’s a world where technology easily outweighs bereavement
The market remains flooded with drugs that only suppress
Twenty types that all do the same thing, profit, and screw all the rest
Who drop dead in the queue, to receive operations?
As the Government reveal their new million pound sensation

Dancing at the policeman’s ball again
We sing our songs of disgust, but they don’t here a thing
With heads held up high they raise a toast to progression
And a record breaking turnover tenth year in succession

There stands a woman she has no face
Her baby cries out dying arms outstretched for embrace
They have no stake in the society that demands their respect
A world without any hope is all they can expect
Someday soon, we will take vacations on the moon    Someday soon, we will build great cities under water    Someday soon, we will create the ultimate human being    Someday soon, you will not believe in what you're seeing       Yet, they can’t find a cure for a common cold    But they can reconstruct a face back to the young from the old    The cancer spreads, the AIDS develops in its victims    Science counts the costs in lives, the cause and not the cure succeeds       A child fights for life, in a state of confusion    Dragged up in a cesspit full of class ‘A’ illusions    The progress chart monitors, brilliant achievements    It’s a world where technology easily outweighs bereavement    The market remains flooded with drugs that only suppress    Twenty types that all do the same thing, profit, and screw all the rest    Who drop dead in the queue, to receive operations?    As the Government reveal their new million pound sensation       Dancing at the policeman’s ball again    We sing our songs of disgust, but they don’t here a thing    With heads held up high they raise a toast to progression    And a record breaking turnover tenth year in succession       There stands a woman she has no face    Her baby cries out dying arms outstretched for embrace    They have no stake in the society that demands their respect    A world without any hope is all they can expect