Sign Me Up

Sign me up when the last drop of oil gets pumped in the air
And were forced to buy flying Nike’s or grow a fucking pair
Sign me up when they make Back 2 the Future Part 4
Starring a cast of Y2K babies that haven’t seen part 1 before
Sign my up when the super bowl gets replaced by super models
I like sports but who doesn’t like super models
Sign me up when chuck u gets paid a million per painting
And art is judged on marketability and social media ratings
Sign me up when Dre and Snoop are on the hundred dollar bill
And we can all smoke an ounce to this on capitol hill
Sign me up when POS is bigger than Kanye West
And the world finally admits Minneapolis rappers are kinda the best
Sign me when they’re more interested in fixing «our» problems
Instead of sitting back and collecting interest off our collective problems
Sign me up when they finally admit its all a practical joke
And we’re all out of work comedians too busy to laugh at our own jokes
Til then I ain’t signing nothin I ain’t signing nothing
Til then I ain’t signing shit
Nada, nada…
…til then we ain’t shit shit
Sign me up when french fries are found to cure the common cancer
And were all dumb enough to believe it must be the answer
Sign me up when god is on a permanent leave of absence
And can all find nirvana in a bottle of absinthe
Sign me up when taco bell invents a ramen noodle taco
And getting a parking ticket feels like winning the lotto
Sign me up when I don’t need a TV to watch the static flash
Its just a telepathic blast to our tragic pasts
Sign me up when they start giving Oscars to indie-movies
And reality TV stars spend eternity in jury duty
Sign me up when all the nukes get nuked and recycled into juice
And every vending machines a time machine to finding the truth
Sign me up all money goes to shit in a blur
And the federal reserve is just a toilet paper distributor
Sign me up when being 30 means you’re old enough to play pro b-ball
Even if you’re Irish and only 6-feet tall
Til then I ain’t signing nothin I ain’t signing nothing
Til then I ain’t signing shit
Nada, nada…
…we ain’t signing nothing til you give us what we want