I can't see no point to continueNot that anybody would want toContinue a life so dullRunning away from a consumer age nightmareCapitalism bakes warfareInto ever-breathin' folksIn a land of dreamsSomehow mistaken, we're pure fabricationSewn from the beds of greedStuck in a vision, materialismAll for a future void of justiceI can't see nothing quite as revoltingAs the flowers and candy you're holdingUnfolding in paper hearts
