Super Hits lyrics

LIVING IN A BOX
Living in a Box
Living in a Box
Written by: Marcus Vere/Steve Piggot

Woke up this mornin'
Closed in on both sides
Nothin' doin'
I feel resistance
As I open my eyes
Someone's foolin'

I found a way to break through this cellophane bag
Cuz I know what's goin' on
In your mind

I'm a livin' in a box
I'm a livin' in a cardboard box
I'm a livin' in a box
I'm a livin' in a cardboard box

“And during the few moments that we have left, we want to talk, right down to
earth, in a language that everybody here can easily understand.� (Malcolm X)

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
the Cult of Personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you wanna be ohhh…
I'm the Cult of Personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the Cult of Personality

Tabloids scream
Elvis seen at a shopping mall
That's the kind of talk
That makes my stomach crawl

Picture a zombie Elvis
In a tacky white jump suit
Just imagine a rotting Elvis
Shopping for fresh fruit

You can't 'cause

Chorus:
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead

When the king died

“Glamour boys”

The glamour boys swear they are a diva
the glamour boys have it all under control
always dancing and always laughing
The glamour boys are playing the role

The glamour boys never have no money
The glamour boys wear the most expensive clothes
The glamour boys al always at the party
where the money comes from heaven only knows

I ain’t no glamour boy - I’m fierce

Sometimes I feel
Like my mind will explode
Sometimes I feel
Like I've got no control
Sometimes I wish
I had a heart made of steel
Sometimes I wish
I couldn't feel

Information overload
Information overload
Information overload
Information overload

They say the future...it's on a microchip
Don't you know we're all on a sinking ship
Only ten percent control all the rest

Well like a descendant, I drifted far, far and wide
Isolation, separation, no where to hide
Maybe there's somewhere I can go
Where there's sunshine and the wind won't blow

Nothingness
All I have to feel is my lonliness
Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest
And nothing lasts forever

Although there are many, I look for no one, no one but me

“Open letter (to a landlord)”

Now you can tear a building down
But you can’t erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can’t see...

This is my neighborhood
This is where I come from
I call this place my home
You call this place a slum
You wanna run all the people out
This is what you’re all about
Treat poor people just like trash

Will Calhoun

When I speak out loud
You say I'm crazy
When I'm feeling proud
You say I'm lazy
I look around and see the true reality

You like our hair
You love our music
Our culture's large, so you abuse it
Take time to understand, I'm an equal man

Chorus:
History's a lie that they teach you in school
A fraudulent view called the golden rule

Stereotype
Monotype
Blood type
Are you my type?
Minimalism
Abstract expressionism
Postmodernism
Is it?

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

Corporate religion
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye

Stereotype
Monotype
Blood type
Are you my type?
Minimalism
Abstract expressionism
Postmodernism
Is it?

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

Corporate religion
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye