"Natwest – Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds" Lyrics

Economic forecasts soothe our dereliction.
Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick routine.
Carried away with useless advertising dreams.
Blinding children, life as automatons.

Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.
Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.

Barclays iron eagle '33 injection'.
Sold to advertiser, computer execution line.
They give then take away, repossess and crucify.
The more you own the more you are, lonelier with cheap desire.

Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.
Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.

Prosperity – exports for Pol Pot.
Prosperity - Mein Kampf for beginners.

Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.
Natwest, Natwest – Barclays – Midlands – Lloyds.
Black horse apocalypse. Death sanitised through credit.