The Soft Option
Lyrics and Chords
B F# A
In the Land of the Bland
E
I’m a passerby, an invisible man
B F# A
Why should I go against my nature?
B F# A E
100 years from now I’ll be forgotten in a hole in the ground
B F# A
So I’m doing myself a favour
B F#
I’m going along with it
A E
I’m going along with it
B F#
Auto suggestion
A
Taking the soft option
B F#
I’m going along with it
A E
I’m going along with it
B F# A
But God knows I don’t like it
B F# A
Sick of letting my conscience cook my goose
E
Slit my wrists, put my head in the noose
B F# A
If it looks alright; it’s alright
B F# A
I subscribe to the Idiot Nation
E
Got my Prozac and my Playstation
B F# A
I lost my appetite
B F#
I’m going along with it
A E
I’m going along with it
B F#
Ask me a question
A
I’m taking the soft option
B F#
I’m going along with it
A E
I’m going along with it
B F# A
But God knows I don’t like it
Abmin B
You’re young and then, you know..
A E
All the traps snap closed
B
All the traps snap closed
C# Ab B
All lifes rites and rules
F#
And worthless protocols
C# Ab B
I pass on to the children
C# Ab B
Though faith is outdated
F#
And love is overrated
C# Ab B
The alternative will kill them
C# Ab
I’m going along with it
B F#
I’m going along with it
C# Ab
Make a suggestion;
B
I’m taking the soft option
C# Ab
I’m going along with it
B F#
I’m going along with it
C# Ab B
But Christ knows I don’t like it
Lyrics
In the Land of the Bland
I’m a passerby, an invisible man
Why should I go against my nature?
100 years from now I’ll be forgotten in a hole in the ground
So I’m doing myself a favour
I’m going along with it
Auto suggestion
Taking the soft option
I’m going along with it
But God knows I don’t like it
Sick of letting my conscience cook my goose
Slit my wrists, put my head in the noose
If it looks alright; it’s alright
I subscribe to the Idiot Nation
Got my Prozac and my Playstation
I lost my appetite
I’m going along with it
Ask me a question
I’m taking the soft option
I’m going along with it
But God knows I don’t like it
You’re young and then, you know..
All the traps snap closed
All the traps snap closed
All lifes rites and rules
And worthless protocols
I pass on to the children
Though faith is outdated
And love is overrated
The alternative will kill them
I’m going along with it
Make a suggestion;
I’m taking the soft option
I’m going along with it
But Christ knows I don’t like it