There is no Glamour in violence. There ain't no joy in Death. I hate the taste of the Human race That's stifling my breath. Chorus: But wait till you see what's coming It's a sight for sore eyes You won't believe it until you see it Say Goodbye You won't believe it until you see it "But you'll just DIE...!" Some may find it hard to live Without all these machines, But sleep tight tonight For very soon you'll see what 'progress' means Chorus: It may seem that we're lost, That these are our last days. But amongst the Flash And Trailer Trash We'll live; for today.