Vegetative State Napalm Death

In the end it comes down to this:
Want, want, want for a blanket of material bliss

Can you live it?
Does it gleam?
Feel it rid the heart of ideals

This is a vegetative state
It's a vegetative state
A vegetative state

What you gather - is that all you're worth?
Playing catch-up with opulence
Want. Want. Want

A get-out clause
Away from the dregs
Leave the dogs to borrow, steal, and beg

This is a vegetative state
It's a vegetative state
A vegetative state

I'd like to know who they're fucking kidding
When they call this a classless society?