No pretence excuses the intense expense of our abuses,

And when people ask what the use is,

It seems they've lost all sense of what truth is,

The endless barrage of empty excuses,

As we pour fuel onto the fire that, "Cooks our gooses,"

Is the equivalent of taking the rope and tying our own nooses,

It's morally bankrupt to pretend that there's no end 'cos the truth is,

That we're burying our children with the shit our greed produces,

So strap in kids 'cos your Mummys and Daddys are on a shopping spree,

An odyssey of convenience for the latest commodities,

And even if we pay in cash, it's still on the moral, "Never, never,"

Because we're funding our, "Todays," by spending your, "Forever."