And Progress is never intelligently planned   Its the facade of our heritage    the odor of our land   They speak of Progress in Red, White and Blue   It's the structure of the future   as demise comes seething through   Its Progress 'til there's nothing left to gain   as the dearth of new ideas    makes us wallow in our shame      So before you go to contribute more   to the destruction of this world you adore   Remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn   we're all a part of it as the day rolls on...      And Progress is a message that we send   One step closer to the future   One inch closer to the end   I say Progress is a synonym of time   We are all aware of it   But it's nothing we refine   And Progress is a debt we all must pay   Its convenience we all cherish   Its pollution we disdain      And the cutting edge is dulling   Too many people to plow through   Just keep your fucking distance   and it can't include you       It's Progress...'til there's nothing left to gain   It's Progress...It's a message that we send   And Progress...Is a debt we all must pay.