Mekons Come To Town

Our lives are filled with all this nonsense
Sometimes we think we’ve had enough
Alot of articles in Newsweek
About the internet and stuff
The parts worst hit by global warming
Are represented by dark brown
But if you’ll look outside its snowing
I guess the Mekons are in town
And I’m an astronaut for NASA
And I’m a cowboy on the range
Then I put on my viking helmet
And worship Odin for a change
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian
Sometimes I feel like Jacques Cousteau
I must belunker in a dark, dark place
Where Time and Newsweek never go
Somewhere in Northern California
A telescope is pointing to
An undiscovered constellation
That looks alot like you-know-who
The crucifix on that cathedral
It isn’t always upside-down
It’s just another indication
That hey the Mekons are in town, town, town
In case you missed them, a reminder
That hey the Mekons are in town