Living the dreams of one hundred thousandnSeeing that life's not just pieces of papernI was sitting in a carriage with some tight lipped EnglishmannSaying how good life must have been before the unionsnYou could get your own waynAnd there were profits to be madenDreaming of Empire DaysnnAnd the man on the telly's telling me everything's finenAnd how we're all so much better off than beforenThey're still telling you to smilenWhile they sit and count the numbersnDreaming of empire daysnnLiving the dreams of one hundred thousandnSeeing that life's not just pieces of paper