In the end it comes down to this Want, want, want for a blanket of material bliss Can you love 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 llike to know who they're fucking kidding When they call this a classless society? I'd like to know why the weight of the law is brought down When desperation knocks you off course? Not in the vegetative state I'd like to know how the high-rolling movers Manoeurve around the rules? I'd like to know why "opportunity for all" Remains a worthless slew of words This is a begetative state I'd like to know Uncivilised - that's me A mongrel too A botteom-feeder who sees right through This is a vegetative state It's a vegetative state A vegetative state