Slaves to the Plethora Season

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 ass

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