The Journey Back

Who's cutting whose grass?
No cunt's trimming my strip
Of fucking Cooch but me
Oh, what's that?
A new way?
Young people, you say
Into sharing and such
Even open to being gay
They're our great promise
Yay, for the oldies
They fuck up the world
And then ...
They're on their way
Here you are,
It's yours now
All our fucking mess
Think yourselves lucky
We worked hard for this
For you and yours
This fucked up planet
These crazy systems
The diminishing returns
The inevitable
Bubbling away
Yeah, down there
Waiting for the moment
To rise up
And take back control
To fix this world
Once and for all
Back to normal
Open for fun again
My artificial turf's yours
Peace baby