There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,
and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,
when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree

Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride,
spawning new millions throws the world on its side
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse,
and those with no sandwiches please get off the bus

The excrement bubbles,
the century's slime decays
and the brainwashing government lackeys
would have us say
it's under control and we'll soon be on our way
to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain

The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old,
and those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes

We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I've been told
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush, heard it sigh,
and left it to die
At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own,
held its poor broken head in her hands,
dropped soft tears in the snow,
and it's only the taking that makes you what you are

Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy
in the child's path we've worn
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
we'll open his eyes