| It got too hot and so we overthrew the system
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| 'Cause there’s no place for human existence like right here
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| On this bright blue marble orbited by trash
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| Man, there’s no beating that
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| It was no big thing to give up the way of life we had
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| Oh ho oh
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| My social life is now quite a bit less hectic
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| The nightlife and the protests are pretty scarce
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| Now I mostly spend the long days walking through the city
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| Empty as a tomb
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| Sometimes I miss the top of the food chain
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| But what a perfect afternoon
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| Industry and commerce toppled to their knees
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| The gears of progress halted
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| The underclass set free
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| The super-ego shatters with our ideologies
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| The obscene injunction to enjoy life
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| Disappears as in a dream
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| And as we return to out native state
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| To our primal scene
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| The temperature, it started dropping
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| The ice floes began to freeze
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| From time to time we all get a bit restless
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| With no one advertising to us constantly
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| But the tribe at the former airport
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| Some nights has meat and dancing
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| If you don’t mind gathering and hunting
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| We’re all still pretty good at eating on the run
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| Things it would have been helpful to know before the revolution
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| Though I’ll admit some degree of resentment
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| For the sudden lack of convenience around here
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| But there are some visionaries among us developing some products
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| To aid us in our struggle to survive
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| On this godless rock that refuses to die |