Oh, Brave New World (Lyrics)

Every single story told is a record of war I won't patronise with hope, scratch slogans on your walls We could bargain for more, or watch standards surely fall It's a criminal defeat, we're always bruised but never sore Never sore, so always know That I've got control of my little life I'm comfortable I've got control It's a bitter pill to taste And I've swallowed by mistake An assumed ignorance won't be an excuse I'll ever make So I'm spinning towards the shore Hearing talks of foreign wars Trying hard to see the part of death you're celebrating I've got control of my little life, I'm comfortable I own the world, I have a right to sneer at men, I'll never know I've got control The beginning is tied into the the end