The lemmings push their pens and rush
In hoards of crashing stupor
Towards the farms of Babylon
To scramble mother nature
Where unrelenting drudgery
Is all there is to nurture
And life and death are by consent
And love is for oppression
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I always press the button
A million tons of printed shit
Come through my door each day
Up to my dick, around my neck
I can't even throw it away
Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul
With only a moment to pay
Before the thud of the future
Gives me the shakes
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I always burn the cakes
In 1649
Just as I light the loaded fire
A space invader lands
It's full of cops and bureaucrats
With bouquets of final demands
And I see my life flash before me again
Slipping through my hands
As the sound of harvest closes in
Swooping - reaping
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I walk when I'm not sleeping
In hoards of crashing stupor
Towards the farms of Babylon
To scramble mother nature
Where unrelenting drudgery
Is all there is to nurture
And life and death are by consent
And love is for oppression
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I always press the button
A million tons of printed shit
Come through my door each day
Up to my dick, around my neck
I can't even throw it away
Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul
With only a moment to pay
Before the thud of the future
Gives me the shakes
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I always burn the cakes
In 1649
Just as I light the loaded fire
A space invader lands
It's full of cops and bureaucrats
With bouquets of final demands
And I see my life flash before me again
Slipping through my hands
As the sound of harvest closes in
Swooping - reaping
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I walk when I'm not sleeping
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