I Hear Things Are Just As Bad Down In Lake Erie

Another ugly fucking stare
Friendly faces seem to few and far between
The older I get
It seems I'm just a piece of shit

To those even older than me
Why am I so fucking bad?
Been in school ever since I was three
And I'm part of a happy family

Well, my agenda might not be the same as yours
More to do with peace of mind and less to do with greed
I don't live vicariously through my TV

If I had a wish, I'd do away with capitalist society
I'd make a world where smiles and love are worth more than money
If this world blew up I'd finally get a decent night's sleep
And every night I pray for sweet dreams and an H-bomb

But my bomb didn't fall today
Looked at the sky and prayed for metal rain
Yesterday I stared out at the water
Lawn chair in the sand all day

And as the sun kissed the horizon and the day began to fade
And people got into their cars and drove the fuck away
The sounds of modern industry drifted lazily into space

But the fish are still dead in the water
And the machine starts up again at 8
And when the byproducts of progress are human lives instead of fish
It'll be too late to realize our mistake

Our quest for progress has become so fucking absurd
Thank god for juicers, VCRs and cuisinarts
Meanwhile people are still fucking blind
Meanwhile we're all dying of AIDS

Well, the neutron bomb is so fucking ingenious
Kills a million people instantly but preserves their machines
A whole race and culture have been erased, but their fax machines are safe
Just another fucking reason why I hate this fucking place

Yeah, the fish are fucking dead in the water
And the ugly stares still persist
And I've forgotten how to smile

Is it our culture, our species or just our sick state
Of minds that make us so proficient in hate?
Yeah we blew up Japan and they bought our real estate

And the Indians never saw a dime
We look out for number one so much, number two's dehumanized
If you don't believe me, take a look out on the street
Human fucking beings living in refrigerator boxes begging assholes like you and me for money just to eat

Yeah, the fish are all dead in the water
And the feelings are dead on the shore
And the only dream I have is for an H-bomb to come
And blow us fucking up so you won't have to hear me bitch anymore