All We Make Is Entertainment

I'm no longer preaching to the converted That congregation has long ago deserted And we discovered was even more despair But we learned how to cope, we learnt now not to care And the sun will still keep rising Always deflecting, always disguising Was there ever another place Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment A sad indictment of what we're good at We're all part of the grand delusion We made so much and we let it all crumble To safeguard our rights to make us more human Oh this country is but an empty shell A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell And the sun will still keep rising Always deflecting, always disguising Was there ever another place Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment It's so damn easy, and inescapable "We're so post-modern, We're so post-everything" All we make is entertainment An end to hope and civilization A simple way to seek perfection Please don't tell the nation of being exposed It only confirms what we already know Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives Breaking up our bones, breaking up our minds --- All We Make Is Entertainment - Manic Street Preachers