Try to make quality, but all the products are faulty.
Destroying the good with the bad to make a nation of mediocrity.
Where's originality and diversity?
My furniture is hand made on an assembly line
Because we don't have the time or patience to wait for something better.
Look how we carve out highways through mountain passes,
We're blowing past the unsurpassable heights
And reaching our lowest lows through unsustainable subsidies
This is the way the world is bending
Bending to our will
Our Greed
Our Need
Our Greed
The oil's depleting, but we're defeating the critics, the cynics.
Buses are for creeps and weirdos, retards and welfare beards.
OH NO!
They're staring at me!
They're staring at me!
Maybe it is because they don't know why you are entering their world.
Like you care that the automobile controls the earth.
The dictator makes us commute and live behind closed doors.
But we've got land!
Lots of land beneath the starry skies above.
If we could see them through the street light glare,
Using the wonders of electricity to keep demons and thieves at bay.
Like wolves around a fire who will eventually be too hungry to care.
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