Song Description

A look at the elite corporate psyche.

Lyrics

?What goes up comes down? ? just one of life?s realities,
But I?m bound by my accountants and the advert agencies
To a business plan that thrives and buys, yet always trades in lack ?
And the drama turns to film noir, shot in shades of black.

White is for the little lies that everybody tells;
Grey is for the area where oxymoron dwells,
Where better men than we are cloning lower grades of fact
And cross the line to fiction conceived in shades of black.

Self-made men are coming back
Crusaders with a world to sack;
Knight-caps for insomniacs
Who gather wool in shades of black.

?God is in the detail? ? and so we have baroque;
There?s humor in the gallows ? and so we have the joke,
And plans so shrewd and cunning that dicks are paid to track
The trifles that give evidence concealed in shades of black.

Just like Cyrano de Bergerac
Riding in a Cadillac,
Drinking champagne from a sack ?
Dreaming dreams in shades of black.

Maybe you?ll be sorry for the fifteen years you lose
Living underwater, thinking this is how you choose
By remote control, a surrogate ? it never pays you back
For all the vivid hues it takes and turns to shades of black.

Self-made men are coming back
Crusaders with a world to sack;
Knight-caps for insomniacs
Who gather wool in shades of black.