[verse 1] We wake at six, no more, no less, Put on our mandatory dress. A shade of grey, so safe, so plain, For color leads to joy—then to pain. [chorus] This is a boring utopia, No fuss, no thrill, no euphoria. Every hour, just like before, Not one less and not one more. No highs, no lows, no room for doubt, Nothing to cheer or scream about. A perfect world so safe, so still, Where nothing happens, and never will. [verse 2] Our meals are measured, bland yet fair, The taste of cardboard fills the air. Excitement? (No!) That’s much too bold! We chew, we swallow, it never gets old. [chorus] This is a boring utopia, No fuss, no thrill, no euphoria. Every hour, just like before, Not one less and not one more. No highs, no lows, no room for doubt, Nothing to cheer or scream about. A perfect world so safe, so still, Where nothing happens, and never will. [verse 3] Our books contain just facts and dates, No twists, no turns, no shocking fates. A hero once ignored our rule, We do not dare learn about that fool. [interlude, spoken] What if we dared to change the hue— (no! that is forbidden!) ...then perhaps just a little blue? (that would be madness, chaos and all consuming fright! we live in only grey, it keeps us right) [chorus] This is a boring utopia, No fuss, no thrill, no euphoria. Every hour, just like before, Not one less and not one more. No highs, no lows, no room for doubt, Nothing to cheer or scream about. A perfect world so safe, so still, Where nothing happens, and never will. [outro] Happiness is much too wild… Adventure leaves us all defiled… So sit up straight, conform, obey… And dream of grey… just grey… all grey…
