Lyrics

For a second in time,
This Metropolis is paradise, paradise.
there is no struggle to survive,
it's an easy life, an easy life.

Overlords of the below,
Don't care bout famine or disease,
Just more corn syrup if you please.
Fat on light beer and reruns,
We are the last of the lucky ones.

I've got everything I see,
on the hierarchy of needs.
Let's see how long I can last,
balancing on someone's back.

Overlords of the below,
Don't care bout famine or disease,
Just more corn syrup if you please,
Thank God they all don't have guns,
we are the last of the lucky ones.

I enjoy my ivory tower,
on the labor of those who work for 40 cents an hour,
An Eloi who has it easy,
I hope we make it out alive, before they know it's a big lie.

Overlords of the below,
Don't care bout famine or disease,
Just more corn syrup if you please,
Thank God they all don't have guns,
we are the last of the lucky ones.
We are the last of the lucky ones.
We are the last of the lucky ones.
We are the last of the lucky ones.