Lyrics
There ain't no beauty
There is no beauty.
And there ain't no style
There is no style.
There's no quality
There is no quality.
And there's no purity
There is no purity.
Honor's dead and buried
Honor is no longer valued and has been forgotten.
Because it's unnecessary
Honor is deemed unnecessary.
Look at all the people
Observing people, they all appear the same.
Why they all look the same
Uniformity is prevalent among the people.
They're walking to the factory
People are heading to the factory.
In their cloth caps and trilbies
They are wearing traditional hats (cloth caps and trilbies).
They've got no style
They lack individual style.
Ain't it a pity
Expressing regret at the absence of style.
They're tearing old quality down
Destroying old quality without compassion.
Without any pity
Without pity, they dismantle quality.
Now they're coming to take me away
Feeling impending doom as they approach to take the speaker.
To Scrapheap City
Referring to a place called Scrapheap City.
They say that good manners belong on a heap
Claiming good manners are considered obsolete.
They say they're outdated and they're obsolete
Stating that good manners are outdated and no longer relevant.
And now they're coming to take me away
Reiterating the speaker's fate to be taken to Scrapheap City.
To Scrapheap City
Confirming the inevitability of going to Scrapheap City.
There's no quality
Repeating the absence of quality.
And there ain't no style
Reiterating the lack of style.
Just miles and miles
Describing the vast expanse of scrap heaps.
Of Scrapheap piles
Emphasizing the accumulation of scrap heaps.
There's no quality
Again stating the absence of quality.
And there's no purity
Reiterating the lack of purity.
They're digging up all of the flowers
Destroying natural beauty by uprooting flowers.
Because they look pretty
Replacing nature with unattractive concrete structures.
And erecting identical concrete monstrosities
Eliminating wildlife, leaving only zoo animals.
They're killing off all of the animals too
Expressing the extinction of animals outside of zoos.
The only ones left are the ones in the zoo
Highlighting the confinement of animals in zoos.
Now they're coming to take me away
Reiterating the imminent journey to Scrapheap City.
To Scrapheap City
Confirming the inevitability of going to Scrapheap City.
Ain't it a pity
Expressing sorrow or regret at the situation.
Scrapheap City
Final confirmation of the destination, Scrapheap City.
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