Lyrics
Today a group of people
come to invade your home
Strangers in your house
don't know where they're from
They're playing the music
the soundtrack to your life
The music that shaped you,
now just their background noise...
CHORUS
In the kingdom of the bland
The originators are all banned
Visions not allowed
When you're living in a fool's paradise
In the kingdom of the bland
The originators are all banned
Vision is not allowed
When you're living in a fool's paradise
Party in your front room
and you're not invited
Wordlessly evicted
before it got started
You're a troublemaker,
not one of the crowd
Not welcome here anymore,
originators not allowed!
A bored-looking woman
sitting at your entrance,
Tries to take your money
for entry to your residence
The hired doorman steps in
when you refuse her request,
Don't like trash like you here,
got to look your best...
Through the window you see
they've been through your wardrobe
Your cheap utility threads,
now they must be seen in clothes
Old things you used to slouch in,
out of place hanging limp
Like you took all your clothes,
and put them on some chimps...
A group of loutish latecomers
Calling you a freak,
This ain't your home no more,
They've all moved in to your street
It's been normalized, restrained
It's been tamed, gentrified
It's not your party anymore,
Your home sentenced to die
