Now there is an office building
Where we used to walk
See the ghost of liberty bleeding
Impaled upon the capitalist [bad word] 
Can you feel your childhood shelters taken
And your private photos analized
Sold to public by your neighbor newsmakers
And stripped bare by security eyes
Tell me I'm a perfect robot
Tell me I'm a good machine
Heaven is a house on the seashore
Heaven is to be eternally a teen
Now there is a hyper-market
Where we used to meet
Pack me in the next immigrant rocket
Coz' I don't wanna see their [bad word] 
Shall we indulge in mindless pleasures
Or must we raise our little fists
Crowded on this global chessboard
Funny digits for economists
We're gonna clean now the human mess, man
We're gonna win, now, like Master James, man
We gotta go now into the space, yo
We gonna leave, bro, this land of sorrow