My Lament, Put To Song

When we look at the debase sprawl that engulfs our living space, we should all be held responsible for its horrifying banality:

They heard me singing and they told me to stop,
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.

Modernism is dead. Long live the age of the dummies and their politics of failure and resignation...

I guess we're stuck on this decaying rock, doomed to perish.