• In my dear old-world,
    We made love to widespread-war,
    And sold our souls to beggars in the street

    In my dear old-world,
    We danced in wretched tombs,
    And cast aside ourselves for the good of man

    In my dear old-world,
    We baked with flour as fine as jewels,
    And dined to the prospect of a greater appreciation

    In my dear old-world,
    We wrapped in shrouds of leather,
    And buried in tombs of sand and dust

    In my dear old-world,
    We spoke and sang with class,
    And cast aside the bible to curse with bitter sass

    In this dead new-world,
    We void of any conflict,
    And bottle our spirits in plastic jars

    In this dead new-world,
    We dine on forgotten tombs,
    And cast aside our neighbor for the good of self

    In this dead new-world,
    We bake with preserve and chemicals,
    And dine to the evening news

    In this dead new-world,
    We burn to smoldering ash,
    And bury in tins the size of cigar boxes

    In this dead new-world,
    We used to speak with class and dignity,
    And everything is before thee certain lack of decency