They don't make them like they used to
In this cold and plastic time
progress ain't been progressive
but it makes no sense to chaser our behinds
No, They don't make them like they used to
Things going by so fast
I like it slow and groovy
And I like it built to last

Talking 'bout tin spam or caviar
What you eat is what you are
Cheap wine or champagne
Aspartame or sugar cane

Take what you're given never take the time
to discover your own desires
Raised for the system to work you like
A wooden puppet to feed their fires
Take dictation from the master's voice
No initiative, a robot by choice
Maybe take a risk and jump the track
Move ever forward and dont look back