"To Keep You Lot Living, We Maintain,
Standard of Living goes Down the Drain,
We've Drafted a Future, Not So Pleasant,
Where You're Reduced to State of Peasant,
All Crammed into City Dwelling,
Diseased, Poor and Awful Smelling,
Where You'll Gradually Die Off, In Good Cause,
In a Humane Way, 'Cause We're Santa Claus,
With Implants and Drugs, You'll All Be Happy,
Drooling Orgasmic and Waxing All-Sappy,
Scientists Ensure Us This is Attainable,
When We Elite Live in a World Sustainable"