We find ourselves at the rising tide of machinery and the setting sun of god
And when we see that day is done no longer will we trod
We will fly and zoom and twirl on machinery galore
Until we will no longer see grass or forest floor
No longer to return to nature when the old ones die
Mechanization will be our salvation this is the government’s cry
And when the day of earth’s demise finaly comes at last
To its destruction we can only look to our irresponsible past
