1969

There's things going on I can't condone
I don't want to grow up looking like my clone
Mr. Scientist you're godlike with your pride
You really need to have your test tubes tied
(Like a cross of himself and a fox)

1969 was an acid trip
But drugs can't hold a candle to this
1999 is a summer breeze
But in the year 2000
Reality will become the disease

There's a pea green Vega blocking my lane
There's a yellow submarine consumed in flame
There's a DNA sample on every toothbrush
A vidcam hidden behind every bush
(Y2K is gonna cause God to crash)

There's things going on that are too extreme
Natural born killers living out their dreams
Dawn of the dead must be etched in stone
We ate his cancer and we made it our own
(Oliver is sinking in a yellow submarine)