Move on, confiscating   difference, only when we   say you can be you.      We like what we want   and you go where we tell you,   it's so, so much like a dream.      But no-one told us when we were young,   the more you have, the less you feel      Third world, just another   dollar, ignorance and squalor   eat out of my hand.      We like what we want   and you go where we tell you,   it's so, so much like a dream.      But no-one told us when we were young,   the more you have, the less you feel.