allow me to explain
(any questions, speak up)
and I’ll write in nice big crayon
so you losers gotta chance to keep up

this is YOU…and this – is – your stoopid HAIR
and this is the military-industrial complex sitting over there

okay… SO – these are serious guys
they sell a lotta shit
and they’re big on toys that make some noise
approved by government scientists

bombs, boats, planes – you name it
a trillion dollars n’cents
and there’s absolutely no shame in it
cos everyone need defence

it’s all perfectly legal
maps with lines n’borders
and it needs a ton a’people
to satisfy the orders

I know what your thinkin’
all we are saying is give peace a chance
yeah well thank you mr lennon
but flowers don’t fund no power plants

the 100% real-world facts are
you don’t really have a choice
you’re like – chickens in an abattoir
squawkin’ in one voice

sure – the system’s unsatisfactory
but everyone’s gotta go through it
from hatchery to factory
relax my friends, just do it

it’s a bougie little pumpkin patch
everyone’s ahead
well – sorry – awks – not you, natch
you’ll most likely be dead

then after the last big shootin’ show
when all the planet’s bust
and everything’s brown and nothing grows
on Earth’s burned pizza crust

the last few humans to exist
buried in their lairs
are a handful of heavy industrialists
a coupla big tech billionaires

evolved into bug like creatures
waving antennae wide
to scout for recognisable features
before they crawl outside

they’ll scuttle up to wipe their faces
stretch after a nice long sleep
buff their carapaces
finally king of the heap