Words Upon The Street

With laptops made of calfskin, wrought to spread the holy will
 Disseminating dogma, using lapis, gold and quill
 And the word was with the few and the few were very strong
 A mass communication where you feel you don't belong
 Now the words that flow between uns run like torrents through the air
 Connecting everymen at any moment, anywhere
 Seems that what's important at the end of the day
 Down through all the ages, just the same old things to say
 Sure, the aldermen and theigns did tarry, warmed in winter halls
 With new ideas and learning locked up safe within their walls
 Till the patrons all did strive, with the "Blue Plague brigade"
 Victorian reformers will be smiling in their graves
 To hear how the news spread between us
 Something good to tell the world?
 Though it's mostly dumb and they say it's cheap
 There's a talk plan made for everyone
 To think some people deny this...
 In a free state, tongues too should be free
 And in desperate lands, the disaffected hand
 Sprays "Save the world" upon the street
 Now the words that flow between uns run like torrents through the air
 Connecting everymen at any moment, anywhere
 Seems that what's important at the end of the day
 It's mass communication and we call can have our say
 We may speak of creature comforts, but still our greatest feat
 Is to see and hear and understand the words upon the street