"To Keep You Lot Living, We Maintain, Standard of Living goes Down the Drain, We've Drafted a Future, Not So Pleasant, Where You're Reduced to State of Peasant, All Crammed into City Dwelling, Diseased, Poor and Awful Smelling, Where You'll Gradually Die Off, In Good Cause, In a Humane Way, 'Cause We're Santa Claus, With Implants and Drugs, You'll All Be Happy, Drooling Orgasmic and Waxing All-Sappy, Scientists Ensure Us This is Attainable, When We Elite Live in a World Sustainable"