As we sat and opined Over our eighth glass of wine (The one which kind of undermined what we were saying) About kids in future ages Turning history's glossy pages What they'll say about our age is "Wow those people sure liked stuff" No holy book, no catchy motto I'll be your good little castrato We say potato not potaato So we're gonna fuck you up Feels like the world's about to burn And as 6 billion stomachs churn At least you'll get to keep your earnings with you for the afterlife If I could only have one wish It'd be that I could make a fist Cause they told me What they sold me In the night would love and hold me Trading success For some last breaths I want the world's death kiss The counterculture is in vane It's not rebellion if the framework's So engrained within your brain that You don't want for what could be You're awfully literate, But you're literally awful Shovel in another jaw full of that tasty misery If I could only have one wish It'd be that I could make a fist Instead of that we just get pissed And give that ugly knife a twist Cause they told me What they sold me In the night would love and hold me Trading success For some last breaths I want the world's death kiss