I know we're gonna meet some day
in the crumbled financial institutions of this land.
There will be tables and chairs,
There'll be pony rides and dancing bears,
There'll even be a band.
Cause, listen, after the fall there will be no more countries,
No currencies at all.
We're gonna live on our wits,
We're gonna throw away survival kits,
trade butterfly-knives for adderal
and that's not all...
There will be snacks there will.
There will be snacks,
There will be snacks!
