we are one in a million we are one and the same    like buildings of our generation,    they're in our name    they'll censor it with a whistle now    while back in 1952   the mercy of our mother there is nothing left to do    it's only human nature pollutes temptation   we have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation   (please god tell me i haven't got this right!)      his things gone too far    we're entirely described    the peeling microwavers and a telescopic eye    intimate dimension keeping perfect track of time    the rolling mass of thunder on a simulated line      we are all one    it cant be undone    were stuck    there no future!      if i had my way    i would fly far away,    where noone else could find me    and build a home    i could call my very own    the way it was supposed to be