Sold-out holiday dream
High-tech garbage up in space
The future, bottled, is burning
On a continent of plastic bags
Stomach's full, up to the hilt
While the neighbor's dishes remain empty
Well fed and proud of it
And the garbage can eats up the remains
This can't go on
This can't go on, not any longer
This can't go on
This can't go on, not any longer
Lots of babble making no sense
Food coma, double chin
The cattle are chewing the mash the media feed them
And found a party built on fear
Everything this side of the fence is sacred
On the other side1, we can make a deal
Mouth's only spewing what it's supposed to
Closet filled up with skeletons2
This can't go on
This can't go on, not any longer
This can't go on
This can't go on, not any longer
1. Or "outside".2. Lit. "cellar's filled with bodies", referring to the German idiom "Leichen im Keller haben" ("to have skeletons in one's closet").