MOG

With orange nights and days of grey
The slightest thing makes me distraught

I keep expecting my last breath
The earth is such a filthy place

Buy your stocks and sell your jewels
Robot trainers earn their pay

Cold, cold, cold
It's such a pretty, pretty day
You realize that your life is dark
And no one can come up with bail
Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold
Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold
As mutant kids go out to play
They'd study us from far away

If scientists could have their way

I've now become a nervous wreck
Cold life, cold life, cold life, cold
And watch as people's minds decay
I hope to God I go to jail

And I'd rather live in outer space

Cold, cold, cold
Earth gets colder every day
Cold, cold, cold

Surrounded by a veil of stars
My every action's being bought

I can't control my buried thoughts
I'm like the people I once fought
Bill collectors stole my mail
You know the yolk it's spreading from

As all my friends just laugh and jest

With swimming pools and low IQ's
There's nothing to see, nothing to do
And human such an awful race
Your body's in the hands of fools

I'm getting closer to my death

You laugh as people scatter 'bout
My wife and kids are all for sale
Where death goes at a slower pace