Up high in the barren moon
You will see very soon
Roadways and settlement,
And spacious rooms for rent.
Down deep into the oceans
Without the sun and the rains
Before long you will see
People enjoying their evening tea.
A way of life totally new
People on land you'll find few,
With marauders and jingoes running amok
The earth will only be a place of work.
Despoiled, ravaged and smogged in
We'll carry masks around to breathe in,
We'll live only on syrups and pills
for our diet and all the ills.
Only the fittest of us will survive,
A struggle it will be to be just alive,
Turned into ghettos and concentration camps
The earth will be a place only for tramps!