Sol III Will Words and Music by Paul Snyders January one and what have we done dug our hole a little deeper had a little less fun big brother bogeyman has got us all on the run We gotta find another way round Trying to keep the fridge from empty keep the landlord off your back run you round to make you dizzy bore you silly with their slack In the hampster-wheeling office better do your quota dear or you might not escape the layoffs slated for this year I know a typesetting doorman a U of T grad short order cook and a bunch of folks broke facing student loans who regret every course they took 'Cause a degree in anthropology might increase your view but it's damnably unlikely to make a living for you But then, for that, it seems, there's not, a lot, to do, but ride, it out. Well as I remember unemployment office rituals they'd keep you waiting six hours to humiliate you as individuals Now they shoo you into a room in twenties for them at least this then would seem a time of plenties It's the world that brought you and the world will take you you know Sol three will make and break you your allegiance 'aint nation, locale, or commercial it's pan-galactic and universal We all need food water and shelter something fun for entertainment friendship love and sexual swelter but damned if we'll give up retainment Of things and habits and patterns and ploys gotta fight for yourself just to survive and hypocritical ideals held since boys and "obey" to the point where your barely alive Me alone, me first, move aside, let me in guarantees a certain lack of trust if we can't drop this shit we'll never win planetary unity's a must But what nonsense is dominating managerial bureaucracy replicating unseemly scenes splitting apart at the seams are no longer just Galbraith's bad dreams Don't have to look far to trace the unrest 'cause you know what they say I.M.F.ers know best how to buy up a country and steal all the rest and leave no one standing who might have confessed And all the worst shit from last year is worse but then I know you'll all just say "of course" It's the world that brought you and the world will take you you know Sol three will make and break you your allegiance 'aint nation, locale, or commercial it's pan-galactic and universal We're in a deeper and deeper D-word state though the F-word politicians won't admit it and now we've got the Russkies hooked on credit socialism's passing might eventually permit it 'Cause only when the money thing's been taken to extreme will we be unified enough to then pursue the dream for all to run the planet to it's sensible potential instead of pillaging it at a rate that's exponential Of course the problem here encroaches as Armageddon approaches enviro-toxic industrial agro-mega-project deal Our species hasn't shown it's viable in fact we seem easily annihable our arsenals it's undeniable could wreak havoc greater than the biable Hard radiation here to stay and present in our food today a billion belly's more to feed before fifteen, amidst this greed But fear not when the fan is hit we'll all be in the thick of it and you won't have time to pace and wonder when the whole damn world is torn asunder Let's all just hope we can find the will to join and work, not steal and kill or it may be the end for our blighted race a new dominant species will take our place But try to smile and grow and reach and turn to help and share and teach struggle to get past your fear that everythings gonna be worse next year 'Cause though it's so, and this we all know in this corporeal form we only get one go if you can't enjoy what's comin' atcha' deep depressed dissatisfactia You'll likely never smile again 'cause whatever else, we're bound for pain if you forget to chuckle too it's bound to wind up killing you Remember joy and hell, restart it! begin a corps of open-hearted It's the world that brought you and the world will take you you know Sol three will make and break you your allegiance 'aint nation, locale, or commercial it's pan-galactic and universal
