Tekst piosenki
Three men in offices with air conditioning
Who think in triplicate and dream in $$$
They are the rule makers, they are the gameplayers
They think that they will be here 'til the end of time
There is a president who has a cabinet
They think defensively and dream of deficits
Till the end of time..
They think that they will be here till the end of time..
There are boys and girls in college with two story townhouses
With paid utilities and late model sports cars
There are people in churches with blind religions
Who dictate morals to chosen people
There are men with educations and women with degrees
Who use their brains for money to build a life of ease
There are "sensitive young artists" with high ideals
Who recognize the danger and stuff their ears with fame
(TAKE IT, GARY!!!!)
(There is every kind of person, there is every kind of pain
There's a different life for all of us, it all ends up the same
There are smokestacks belching chemicals into the atmosphere
And God is smiling down on them
The intent was always clear
It turns out that what's important
Is not what it seems to be
'Cus in the end there's still the sun, the moon, the earth, the sky, the sea...)
...the end of time
