Phil Gawen - Fine Times Lyrics

There was an echoing voice of a people
From the step lands to the desert sands
Big clouds, empty-handed
As the forest shrank under tropical skies
Left nothing but the big plows
In the salty bowls of a starving hound
Disease and poverty

It was a fine time for the far from innocent
It was a fine time for the monetary schools
It was the best of times for a production boom
And a fine time for exporting arms

It was a fine time to behave like machines
It was a fine time to abandon dreams
It was a fine time to accept the unacceptable
Best of times

It was a fine time to walk in a straight line
Best of times for people just like you and me
The best of times, for soldiers in their body bags
The best of times

From the big wheels came bigger lies
Corporate mergers and buyout fights
With their hearts in acquiring came power and thirst
At a time when every human had a price on Earth

In the midst of chaos everywhere
There was misinformation and censorship
Over western skies
Isolation and ignorance, of who could win
And who would lose
A plug-in life-style safe and clean

A time of abundance, food for every mouth
A time for starvation, time for a prayer
A time for their fury, a time for their fire
A time for employing their hitmen for hire

A time for pollution, a time for no return
A time for a smoke and a strange goodbye
A time for a sigh and a cynical joke
A time for their hate and the end of hope
Those were fine times

Worst of times!