"You may not always hear the crack-crack-cracking of tree tops falling
But you will always hear their slaughterhouse roar-roar-roaring.
Cash in your change and join this progress parade.
The product of a money culture."
"Come on over!
Tonight we dine with skyscrapers and high rises."
"citizens please lend your limbs."
"climb, Climb, climb, Until we reach the sky its just Grind, Grind, Grind.
The Purpose of a money culture."
"Kaw-Kaw- Kaw! Crow!?
Was it you who stole the beat from the dervish dancers?
Did you fly off with their feet during bedtime prayer?
Or whisper in their ears "this is an act of God."
They've impregnated your wife with a Cibera seed
and made off with the brides maid and the ring."
"WE ARE THE KEY TO MODERN LIVING"
Beneath the water
under the wreckage
You'll find his daughter
Has left a message
And in the moonlight
That tainted rock bed
Will shine like diamonds
"WE ARE THE KEY TO MODERN LIVING!"
"Etched in our skeletons, machine mouths babbling.
You can't stop the progress parade, can't stop the progress parade!"
"THIS IS THE KEY TO MODERN LIVING!"
"Cultivation starts, just below the fingertips
Feel It course through your veins and pluck you spinal chord like
gimme gimme gimme oh, gimme gimme gimme, oh we've got ourselves another one..."
"This money culture, born in a petri dish
spread like a virus, became a pandemic
and with a sickly grip we clutch our mutant hearts
A money culture can't replace these parts..."