In the future when its all rounded out
The people conform and theres no-one to shout.
The Nazi’s have won, the nationalists reign,
Someones decided to show them again.
The way it goes round is just like an egg
and asterix, a star, an elongated greg.
So when the nut jobs take over
and boycott the lot
things should get bouncy
as we thicken the plot
Now heres a sticker I’d prefer to rain,
spinning slowing, defiant of shame.
Its gold, its genetic, its RMS.
Its akin to a snow flake, fly’n airs zest
