Subterra - 1969 lyrics

There's things going on I can't condone I don't want to grow up looking like my clone Mr. Scientist you're godlike with your pride You really need to have your test tubes tied (Like a cross of himself and a fox) 1969 was an acid trip But d** can't hold a candle to this 1999 is a summer breeze But in the year 2000 Reality will become the disease There's a pea green Vega blocking my lane There's a yellow submarine consumed in flame There's a DNA sample on every toothbrush A vidcam hidden behind every bush (Y2K is gonna cause God to crash) There's things going on that are too extreme Natural born k**ers living out their dreams Dawn of the dead must be etched in stone We ate his cancer and we made it our own (Oliver is sinking in a yellow submarine)