Set the alarm for half -past five
And its high -pitched hum
Dialed the bed into the wall, resets
Gaining two more feet of space
Out of the night spell, out
I took the high -speed lift to Gallery 9
on Married Workers Line, Grade 4
Gave me rank and number to the slot
And drew me daily, what a rash,
Oh, what a day to be young!
The thermostats, they were set for spring
to the female wing of law
Meant to buy the ventilation shaft
Love light shining through the
Oh, what a day to be young!
To the high -speed vertical
The daytime argon light shone
When we showed our permits
then we were clear, love,
while the shuttle leveled off
the private galleries and passed
of the citizens first class
this is the eye of the world.
At last in the observation tower
in the breathless autumn dawn.
Saw the knives of sun come bronze
Gilding all the face of earth
don't turn from the sunrise,
this is the face of the earth.
Look how the hills show rosy red,
of the river bed is still.
that rustled in the breeze.
What killed off the trees?
What poisoned the breezes?
What made the rivers run dry?
where the green grass grew.
and the seabirds fly no more.
Cursing the ones who gave us birth,
we turned away from the blighted
but rubbed us of the air.
They killed the grass, the trees,
The Earth was our birthright!