Myopitopia Lyrics by Jerry Paper
It’s 6am as I stir my coffee
And look out at the end of my street
I see a pile of busted up microwaves bathed in orange light
Shone like the throne for a single Sprite
There’s a torn up chair, and a dented dryer, and a tableau of plastic cups
A few years ago these were glories of the free world
Fresh from birth on the global supply chain
Their production, fed by destruction, conceived with infinity in mind
It’s a picture of the human race screaming, “No, no!” in the face of entropy
It’s a picture of the human race screaming, “No, no!” in the face of entropy
That’s how you build a…
That’s how you build a…
That’s how you build a myopitopia
Myopitopia!