The Road 1 (Part 3)

Only just the end of the world

That's what!

Nothing but the end of the world

Comes the revolution—

Don't laugh! It's coming!

Can't you hear the sound of that distant drumming?

Once the revolution is up and humming

That'll be the end of the world

Your world:

The world of private jets and screening rooms

And hundred-thousand-bucks-an-ounce designer perfumes

The world of Wall Street thieves and fashionistas

And Lamborghinis and Vodkatinis

It's all so over!

Don't you know that?

Oh, Fritz — a little joy, per favavere!

Life is pleasure!

We have this day

We have our charmful circle

You mean charmed

It's my English

But why not?

Call us charmful

And rejoice, Fritz, rejoice!

Wake up, it's the end of the world, you morons

Welcome to the end of

Power brokers and hydrofractors

And underpaid teachers

And overpaid actors

And disappearing polar bears

And bought-and-sold elections

And infinity pools

And Damien Hirsts

And phony bank accounts—

With safe deposit boxes in

Corrupt banana rat holes

Like Moranda!

They're gonna blow your mergers

And your laptops

And your bitcoins

All to bits!

Fritz

And abracadabra, here's Café Everything!

What a perfect day

What a perfect day