i m sick of the sight of some snot nosed kid cutting a swathe through the age of deconstruction picking at the sores of the dying beast and winning all the prizes for imagination i don t know what we ve got to lose but i see the statues beginning to fall the deisel s turning the moon is high ch what the hell are we waiting for i see the smoke on the blue horizon i smell the fires of the burning season what the hell are we waiting for i m sick of the ironies piled up high in this sneery culture with its knowing smile i m sick of the sermons from the church of unbelief all fat empty and anaesthetised the emperor s out riding naked again i can t believe we re still playing this tired old game let s get out there and cut him down ch what the hell are we waiting for on a smoky yellow sunset i m sitting at the wheel as the traffic crawls by on the ten lane bumper to bumper nowhere to nowhere into the next millenium i see you drowning in a sea of rage let s go back and get the ones who put you down here the highway s jammed up with disinformation and the anaesthetic dealers are selling by the million ch what the fuck are we waiting here for 