I hope my house burns down
I hope my cat gets out
The rest of my stuff it can all burn up and I'll never think about it again
I'll just go travelling
I'll stay with my friends
I'll sleep on their couch and I'll help out around their house
I'm caged, I'm chained, we're all slaves to the things we own
I hope our gas runs out
I hope everything shuts down
then I can hear the sounds that used to be around before we started making
this noise
I'd like to give something else a chance
to fill the world up with their trash
then we could relax, we could go back to the way we were before
we lost our souls, we lost our home, we all know, something's wrong
We know we are owned by our own
liberties we know we are helplessly hungry with
greed we know it hasn't always been like this
and we know, we're a long way from home we can feel it in our bones that
aching secret wish that this would end