Where will we stop it,
oh this foreboding wave?
this bucket full of droplets,
all these hummers full of slaves.

Will we stand up against madness,
and proclaim our right to be free?
Or will we just stand for nothing,
and make a sham of liberty?

No, I don’t claim to be a prophet,
or pretend descent from royalty,
But the blood of those who threw off chains,
Is pumping still in me.

Nothing that they scheme to do
can ever change who we truly are
Don’t let dirty tricks convince us
to fight these pointless civil wars.

We’re really just one united race
floating on this muddy rock
And one decent sized asteroid
will stop the ticking of all our clocks.