We are one in a million We are one and the same Like buildings of our generation, They're in our name They'll censor it with a whistle now While back in 1952 The mercy of our mother There is nothing left to do It's only human nature Pollutes temptation We have reserved bookings For the fathers of our nation His thing's gone too far We're entirely described The peeling microwaves And a telescopic eye Intimate dimension keeping Perfect track of time The rolling ma** of thunder On a simulated line We are all one It can't be undone Were stuck There's no future! If I had my way I would fly far away, Where no one else could find me And build a home I could call my very own The way it was supposed to be