Like to be or not to be

Whatever

Spaceships made of garbage

Bought and paid for by

Slaves at the apple factory

Flying around a huge lump of rock

In the middle of nowhere

Whatever

That's progress for you

Flying cars never materialized

From the deep dark recesses

Of 1950s b movies

To take us to the palaces of scantily clad virgins with Ray guns

Whatever

In the end

We'll all be buried or burned

Long forgotten save for the

Song we wrote on that hill one day

Drunk on wine and love

Fresh air and long hair

Making the best of a moment

'cause that's all we've got

Whatever