Flow on, flow on, river of shit
Flow on, flow on, river of shit
And I'm getting tired of it
Cause I don't want to die
Oh I can feel another 1000 years
Of the flapjacks of Sorrow! Unless!
Unless we make 2000 A.D.! 2000 A.D.
A glorious deadline to make the
Or else the flapjacks of sorrow
Are going to slide down our throats
Of pain and war and oppression
And all our children's children's children's
Children's children children
Shall have to wade and to swim
Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing!