Charles Bukowski - Dinosauria, We lyrics

Born like this into this
As the chalk faces smile as Mrs death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy
Holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked we are
Born like this into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken
Factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer
Speak to each other
Into fist fights that end
As shootings and knifings born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive
That it's cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much
It's cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are
Full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses
Elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this muted because of this
Castrated debauched
Disinherited because of this
Fooled by this used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this made violent
Made inhuman by this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat the gun
The knife the bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle the pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government
60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even
Pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished
Murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will
Watch from space platforms
Dante's Inferno will be made to
Look like a children's playground
The sun will not be seen and
It will always be night trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the
Flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals
Will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken
By new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will
Be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most
Beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that the sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter