Every generation lives
In the shadows of the last
This one's no exception

Before traditions set the rules
But this is something new
There are no directions


All or nothing
We are stuffing

Our waistlines increasing
And with it IQs are dropping
Keep on pushing

Blame it on Cushing
Sit down, take it easy you know
There's no point in rushing


Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season
No work to be done

So chill now everyone
Hey, we're suffering from indulgence syndrome
Nothing but joy

We have no choice

There's a theme park called the west

With high fences all around
So there'll be no distractions
Here we do what we do best

Exploiting everyone
In search of perfection


All or nothing
We are suffering
Taking their oil and their lives

And there's still no cuffing
No dominion
No opinion

There's not a new law or decision
That we're not in on


Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season
We need all the gas
To move that thriving $$#

Hey, we live in the immunity zone
Time to rejoice
Boys and toys


In our corner of the world
Got nothing much to fear

So we turn on each other
Some girls have formed a plan
Goes straight past equality

This without deception
Injustice for ten thousand years
Now blaming anyone

Who can get an erection [?]

All or nothing

They're not bluffing

Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season

Those who have none in crotch
They've finally grown nuts
Hey, we're standing in the enemy zone

Let's head on home
Y chromosome