Get out! Get home! This is what they say.
"Get terminated! Get terminated!"
"Where's some room for a poetic mouth
Where has all the love gone?"
In case of getting nervous
They will send you to Nomans-land
"Get terminated!"
"Where's some room for a poetic mouth
Where has all the love gone?"
And in case of visioning
They 'll exterminate you
They will put the platinum-brainers
Into little tin-containers (like tuna)
And send them
As lunch-bombs
To the third-world
"Get terminated! Get terminated!"
"Where's some room for a poetic mouth
Where has all the love gone?"