Progress

And progress is not intelligently planned

It's the facade of our heritage

The odor of our land

They speak of progress

In red, white and blue

It's the structure of the future

As demise comes seething through

It's progress 'til there's nothing left to gain

As the dearth of new ideas

Makes us wallow in our shame

So before you go to contribute more

To the destruction of this world you adore

Remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn

And we're all part of it as the day rolls on

And progress is a message that we send

One step closer to the future

One inch closer to the end

I say progress is a synonym of time

We are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine

And progress is a debt we all must pay

It's convenience we all cherish

It's pollution we disdain

And the cutting edge is dulling

Too many folks to plow through

Just keep your fuckin' distance