All Hail the Grey Dawn Napalm Death

When I look out of my window
The feel-good factor doesn't feel so great and good

Minors feed the majors
All hail the grey dawn
Where hopes dissolve in rainstorms

When I stare into the TV
There's wealth and health and optimism

These grinning clones are way off
All hail the grey dawn
Where there is no "ideal home"

You're either a have-it-all or a have not
And when you have it all, there's a license
To spin the line: "All this could be yours"

All hail the grey dawn

Because clean lines won't enhance your life
When toxic clouds pervade your nine-to-five
And leave you twisted, stunted, stumbling

All hail the grey dawn