Everything is wonderful
When you see the light beyond the wool
Don't ask who's responsible
Or feel for an alarm to pull
And in this house, sh**'s going south
It's feeding mouths and breeding more
Bought in, laid off—but still no doubt
It's as good as it gets,
'Cause the sun never sets on the West
For us, to err's impossible
And it's tough to care when comfortable
Go, GI, defend our right to profit
From plight of the world
Chase the smell of the oil wells
We need someone to do our dirty jobs
But the eagle smelled it before it fell on our heads
And left a mess—we should give it a rest