Letra de Malthusela

Billions, lined up ninety years old doctors, Surgeons refitting souls Skinnies! wrinkles? Hmm? Plastic snips! tight end folds! Aged children We shave the mold Farmer-chemists feed cities whole Skinnies! gum it Swig at the cabbage-tofu bowl! Once we had the hunger Once we had disease Once we had cancer But now at last we're free!