“ People are squinting to block out the sun complaining or soaking it up, praying for rain the next minute for a scorched earth what’s it worth, enough is never enough, let’s have a little moan put the world to rights, sit back and watch it all slide by it’s a view from a train, pay somebody else to drive see the suits, I see the suits sunning themselves on the steps of the supermarket and I think of you when I’m alone like this burning from the inside.
— from “Ring Road” by Underworld, Oblivion With Bells