Zombies don't Feel Pain

Plastic girls, dressed in pearls
Walking down the street
Business men in shirts and ties.
And sales you'll never beat
Gucci bags and tramps in rags
Oh the great divide
A gypsy woman begs for change.
She's ignored by passers by

You can hear the checkouts ringing
And predict the steady tide
Their egos raging like wild fires
One hundred miles wide
Zombies move amongst them
Thumbs locked to tiny screens
Designed to cause distraction
And to nullify their dreams

Chorus
I want to walk towards them
And shake them by the ears
To try and make them understand
That they've been lied to all these years
I stop because I realise
They'd only tell me I'm insane
Can you tell me is it true?
That zombies don't feel pain

There's faceless heads in greens and reds
To show this seasons styles
There's a queue outside the apple store
Please wait in single file
And while you're busy with the day
There's trolleys and bags to fill
You'd see beyond the madness
With some time for standing still

Chorus
I want to walk towards them
And shake them by the ears
To try and make them understand
That they've been lied to all these years
I stop because I realise
They'd only tell me I'm insane
Can you tell me is it true?
That zombies don't feel pain

There's diamond encrusted watches
Do they do more than tell the time?
There's food that costs a fortune
If you can afford to dine
On the corner an old busker
Singing songs from times gone by
In the end I've just one question
And it starts and ends with why

Chorus
I want to walk towards them
And shake them by the ears
To try and make them understand
That they've been lied to all these years
I stop because I realise
They'd only tell me I'm insane
Can you tell me is it true?
That zombies don't feel pain