There's a rock on the shore
Of the man who's a bore
As he labors and sweats
Showing no sign of regrets
Turning and turning
On some body's yearning
Wasting and milling
Without any feeling
Their lost in a maze
Evolving the blaze
That torches the earth
Of all of it's birth
It singes the masses
With foul smelling gases
Conceived in the rentals
Occupied by the mentals
They're feeling much wiser
Having set off the geyser
That ended our dominion
It's just my opinion
(its just my opinion)