What are you?

what are you becoming?

what have you become?



Once you sang your own song

now you're dancing to the same drum

what have you become?



And what is that you're wearing?

money's ugly confidence



You sacrificed the poem of your imagination

for these pounds and pence



Me I take the cynic's role

throw scorn on your empty mind

I've seen this monotonous world

make dull what used to shine

you lost interest

you lost your spine

oh that spine fine fine



yeah

When there' nothing left

on this plate you're handed

you find yourself

running the gauntlet

of all of these double standards

it's very thin ice over which you're skating

and after this black winter the thaw



So what are you

tell me tell me what are you

and what have you become