Turn on, Tune In, Drop Out

Wake up, smell the coffee, hear the sirens

The sound of inevitability edging ever closer 

To your picket-fence world, your safe havens

Your sacrosanct heavens

Far from the maddening crowds

From the sewers and street wells 

brothels, bordels and bare beat-broken barren wastelands 

Beyond the walled fortresses of distortion

And the cold, numbing silence of social subjugation 

Turn on, tune in, drop out 

Of of your soul-void cavity 

your dollar-bill disgrace 

your Wall Street indecency 

This is my world you're ruining 

These are my forests you are felling 

My children you are starving 

This is our world that you are killing