Wit - Decency Lyrics

We meet inn big halls
Spend our money
On cardboard sofas and shelves
We buy our food here too
Nothing beats the taste of redness
Made of chicken's beaks
Then you wonder why you want
To live a life like this
But you guess it's just the way it goes
You've duly paid for the local paper
Despite thirty long years of disapproval
But you want to know
Who has died
To make sure your decency
Finally pays off
You want to know
Who has died
Who's getting married
And who's getting older
Then the rage against your life kicks in
The hatred eats your thoughts your mind
You think it's fair
They got their share
He used drugs
And he drank
And he beat up his wife