We dropped the ball

It rolled away

Down a hill

Onto the freeway

We didn't look

We got run over

We died and rotted

We decomposed

We became fuel

For future human

Flying cars

Our remains

Will quench their

Thirsty engines

They'll get gas

Or die trying...

We swallowed the olive, man, we blew it...

We Baptized our Super-Sized Babies in embalming fluid...

With squirt guns...

We dropped the ball

It rolled away

Behind the couch

It gathered dust

The soot of lives

We put our feet up

On the table

Which is embossed

With dead skin

The soot of lives

We were scared

We bought plastic

Furniture covers

And jogging suits

To protect us

From the bulldozers

Jesus Christ is my American Idol!

He's the Brand New Funky President!

Victory is certain, this much is certain

And if it's not you can always

Start the video game over....

Squirt guns filled with pig's blood, for real

We're winning...