You know that meadow of our dreams? Well, now it's filled with machines Remember how that grass felt on our feet? Well, now it's paved with concrete You know that shoreline of our youth? Well now it's a cesspool to tell the truth The seas run black with waste And in the air hangs a toxic taste But there's no need to worry Things will only get worse But there's no need to worry Things will only get worse Things will only get worse You know that meadow of our dreams? Well, now it's filled with machines Remember how that grass felt on our feet? Well, now it's paved with concrete