Beautiful Future - Primal Scream

Written by：Paul Epworth

Take a ride around the city

And tell me what do you see

Empty houses burning cars

Naked bodies hanging from the trees

Don't say what you're thinking

Just think before you say

If you say the wrong thing

The man is gonna come and take you away

You've got a beautiful future

Beautiful future

You've got a beautiful future

Beautiful future

You tell me baby it's good to be free

Can't you see you've never been free

You live by the sword you die by the sword

You're only free to buy the things you can't afford

The flash car the house in the country

The sexy wife the beautiful children

Congratulations

You're living a dream in the dead heat of the control machine

You've got a beautiful future

Beautiful future

You've got a beautiful future

Beautiful future

Are you headed for the gas chamber

Do you wanna seat in the electric chair

We got a noose if you wanna hang around

Or maybe a little torture to tousle up your hair

You've got a beautiful future

Take a ride around your city

Tell me what do you see

Pretty houses expensive cars

Golden apples hanging from the trees

You've got a beautiful future

Beautiful future

You've got a beautiful future

Beautiful future

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine

Oh oh

You're living a dream in the dead heart of the control machine