The Age Of Self

They say the working class is dead, we’re all consumers now
They say that we have moved ahead, we’re all just people now
There’s people doing «frightfully well», there’s others on the shelf
But nevermind the second kind, this is the age of self
It seems to me if we forget our roots and where we stand
The movement will disintegrate like castles built on sand
They say we need new images to help our movement grow
So we point the lens back on ourselves and turn the lights down low
While Zuckerberg and Rubert Murdoch play with pinter’s ink
The workers round the world still die for Rio Tinto zing
It seems to me if we forget our roots and where we stand
The movement will disintegrate like castles built on sand
Like castles built on sand
Like castles built on…