I heard there were riots in France over expensive petrol
Meanwhile in America, old dinosaurs still got soul
Frack those titties, twerk that cigarette, dab that motor oil
Gas is cheap, what a sign of relief!
We’re on a MOTHER-FUCKING winning streak
(Cowardly lions eating the meek)
dreamers, cast your wishes
And let’s treat the world as our sink
Leave it full’a dirty dishes!
Hakuna Matata, you peasants & bitches!
Here, in the Center of the Universe,
Old-timers be talkin’ fear, uncertainty, retraction
Young folk talkin’ apathy, depression, distraction
World leaders spittin’ discord, division, abstraction
While some no-good, low-down transient heathen bums
Still believin’ that bangin’ that old revolution drum
Is gonna make change come, (like Don on Stormy’s face)
Talkin’ wrenches, talkin’ sparks,
Talkin’ starve the mule, tame the ox in the dark,
Eat the elephant with a silver spoon
Talkin’ some day soon, we’ll get ‘em soon
Talkin’ light, talkin’ passion, talkin’ silent disco passes
Talkin’ awakening, talkin’ social justice, talkin’ action
Dear God, please don’t bother me with tomorrow
We ain’t got time for all this worldly sorrow.
I work all week
And shopping malls
8-balls and cue balls
Nacho cheese fountains
Spray tan booties and shaved balls
And dorito cheetoh frito chex-mix mountains,
I wanna climb ‘em all
Feast, feast, and feast
‘til we eat ourselves alive
The whole buffet, even the doctors ‘n priests
What is it for?
What else could I be here for?
Why, on God’s green earth
Is all this money waiting in the dirt?
In America, even if you’re poor
You’re still rich,
richer than most of the world
So give thanks, you son of a bitch
‘Cus Uncle Sam needs help diggin’ this ditch.