Smile

We were born to this century, to a world we've never seen

Our clothes are stained with misery, has every dog had it's say?

I've got to smile, I'm in a free and pleasant land

Money grows off the backs of young and old

Chained to a wall in a toyland, they toil and toil and toil

While we just watch and we abhor

There's lot's of money to be made when man walks over man in the game

He wears it well, he's got to smile. It's there on television all the while...