All Hail The Grey Dawn — Napalm Death

When I look out of my window The feelgood 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

For pulloted minds contentment only reigns in paradise

Yet sombre TV faces tell the plight As deprivation's straddled by designer might

All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail

It's not who you are – it's what you should have To elevate your reason for being Scrabble around in the bare earth And climb back on the wheel of drugery

All hail, all hail, all hail, all hail