Welcome to the roaring 2020s!

Once again we're starving in the midst of the plenty,
And the wants of the few outweigh the needs of the many!

The decadent west has spread its wings
And told the world to value things
Over life,
Don't mind the strife;
The poor deserve their suffering!

So raise a glass
And shake your ass
And do what it takes to numb the pain.
Chuggin’ along to a new depression—
Here we fucking go again!

(Here we fucking go again!)

Haven’t you heard? The nazis are back!
And the fucking cops won’t do jack!
They gotta defend the freedom of speech;
It’s their right to protest: they ain't black!

And that's only half of what is true
About our lovely boys in blue.
They got swastikas underneath their badges
Next to a fourteen words tattoo!

Let’s all dance to the sound of gunfire;
Light our smokes on the nation’s pyre and
Revel in the ashes that are falling from the sky
And let a laugh smother the sound of cries!

Dance like a flapper and dress fucking dapper,
‘Cause you know that satyrs can rock blood spatter.
Don’t ever be sadder, cuz soon it won’t matter.
As darkness gathers let us ever be gladder!

Well bless my soul and fuck my holes,
While the planet dies in a cloud of coal.
It’s all fine just down some wine.
It’s a myth so say the polls!

We all know that this could be
Our species final congee.
Lets have a blast and eat some ass
Make this a fucking jubilee!

(Make this a fucking jubilee!)

Any minute of any day
Could be your last in this fray.
When insurrection meets oppression
The Cŵn Annwn'll find their prey!

It’s time to chose, how ends your story
With regret or with furore;
Gotta accept it might get gory;
If we’re gonna take the blame we’ll take the glory!

So jump in the riot and let’s have a riot!
We ain’t gotta fight it no need to deny it!
The world is burnin’ and the people ain’t learnin.’
So make the bastards know the wheels are turnin!’

Move your damn feet to the sounds of the beat!
We got fires in the streets; let’s light up the sheets!
Go grab a martini and a leather bikini
And fill the air with two kinds of screaming!

Look the part on the fury road
And polish our cars all shiny and chrome!
It’s time we made peace with our lot
And made the most of our ruined home!

If we’re gonna die let’s die historic!
It’s our story it’s time we wrote it!
We can do and say whatever—
The fucking dead can’t misquote it!

We’ve all been sold lies by the dishonest—
At no point was this end not in sight.
They squandered the future we were promised—
There will be no justice to make it right.

No longer listen to their forked tongues—
While the world burns it burns bright.
Don’t give into your just despair—
It’s the last foe that we must fight!

Yeah!

These are the roaring twenties
Without all the prosperity!
So smoke some grass, fight to the last,
Take what you can in a world bleak!

Smoke a vape and shoot your rapist,
Then string up a fucking racist!
If Faustrecht’s the only justice,
Let the people decide the cases!

Gild the ruins with art deco!
Charleston on bloodstained floors!
Bob your hair and scream a swear!
Revel on till you can’t take more!

We’re gonna reap what they have sown!
Why would we weep when we could moan?
It’s all the same, we’re not to blame,
And soon we’ll all be naught but bones!