Urban Apocalypse - Jethro Tull, Steven Wilson

Halt the ringing cry of progress

Sang the horseman riding by

They’ve used up all the good god gave us

And we’re riding back to yesterday (to yesterday)

Turn the tables in the temples

Break the holy trinity

Of life assurance, General Motors

And silicon efficiency

Stop cheating for your daily dues

The race is run — no prize — you lose

Stop craving for your daily news

There’s no messiah to change your views

The homeless breadless queues must eat

Let reason re-assume its seat

It stands waiting in the slips

You hold the reins of the apocalypse

Galvanise yourselves to action

Cast aside iniquity

The atavistic voice has spoken

Now print your names in history

Halt the ringing cry of progress

Sang the horseman riding by

They’ve used up all the good god gave us

And we’re riding back to yesterday