When they look back at us and they write down their history   What will they say about our generation?   We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing   Harvested everything, planted nothing.    Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush   Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy   Quietly gnawing away at Her body   Until we mortgage the future, bury our children    Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given   We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the starving   But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside   Greedy, restless and unsatisfied.       I was never much one for the great "Big Bang" theory   Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory   Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours   Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power;   Just a little leak here and a small error there   Another square mile poisoned forever   A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles   And out go the lights, never to return.    The affair it is over, the passion is dead   She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes   But we turn away from these bitter reproaches   And take up distractions to forget what we're doing      I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night   A thousands square miles, a million orange lights   Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain   Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain   And I wish and I wish   We could start over again   Yes I wish and I wish   We could win back Her love once again