Ugly, lazy creatures, We.
Sent our hearts and minds back;
back through the annals of history, the stories,
well told by neon and vacuum-tubed bards,
searching for, longing for, hoping they will come again;

The days when men..
The days when men...

The predicate escapes us as a dream upon awakening,
and you can hear the hoover suck pop-cultured slogans from rote.

... weren't afraid to stand for something!
.. could have real meaning in their life!

Deafeated Sandinistas, arriving three days too late,
we fire our empty rounds into the sea.
Have we somehow been tricked in to thinking;
That the future was then?

I am a lazy consumer, and I did it to myself.
I bought the slogans, bought the misdirected fury;
Bought anything to satiate my desire to rebel.
I fought so hard to resist their goods;
To resist their trends;
To resist their way of life;
So that in the end, I forgot I had one of my own.

These are the days of self censorship, mind control, designed,
To help ourselves forget that the future is now,
And we are its champions.

Or maybe it's the way it's always been,
Since back in the days when men...