They don't make them like they used to

In this cold and plastic time

progress ain't been progressive

but it makes no sense to chaser our behinds

No, They don't make them like they used to

Things going by so fast

I like it slow and groovy

And I like it built to last



Talking 'bout tin spam or caviar

What you eat is what you are

Cheap wine or champagne

Aspartame or sugar cane



Take what you're given never take the time

to discover your own desires

Raised for the system to work you like

A wooden puppet to feed their fires

Take dictation from the master's voice

No initiative, a robot by choice

Maybe take a risk and jump the track

Move ever forward and dont look back