I...

Yearn for the day that we'll all be gathering 'round the old
campfire
All friendly, poking each other in jest,
It'll be the best
When the skies are scorched,
And the seas are red,
All the livestock dead,
We're all impotent
Black sheep roam the lands
Shake the green elk's hand
And hand
And hand and hand and hand

Cause nuclear war will bring the
Pieces of mind together, independently talk to themselves
And others may say it was us, but they lied,
We were just the suppliers of fossil fuel soaked burgers and
undying fries

I'm waiting still for the years to come,
When chewing gum will suffice to feed all the starved of the
world...

Cause there'll be only one Chinese boy crying as he's still
sowing
Soccer balls together, in Nike's CEO prostate testicle sack
Swinging doughnuts to further McDonald's crew
(They capitalized that some twelve years ago,
And twelve years before that got circumcision down, too)

And I want to see the light in the end of the tunnel...
Oops, it's a silo as well.