My next door neighbor
Started as a corporation
Then became an incorporated person
Married a faith-based organization
Honeymooning on the moon
Now they’re trying to birth a nation
Welcome to future city
You’ll find yourself here one day
Where people work till death
And corporations play
Seafood’s out of reach
Since the ocean went and died
I prefer the taste of soylent blue
Of all the colours that I’ve tried
If they said it’s made of people
No one cares if they lied
Welcome to future city
You’ll find yourself here one day
Where people either consume
Or are consumed if they can’t pay
The Vatican gave up on original sin
Now they say we’re born with original debt
I’ll spend most of my life
Paying for what my folks got on credit
But I keep on consuming
Cause my kids will pay for it
Welcome to future city
You’ll find yourself here one day
Where people work till death
And corporations play
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