Wham City

There is a mountain of snow, up past the big glen

We have a castle enclosed, there is a fountain

Out of the fountain flows gold, into a huge hand

That hand is held by a bear who had a sick band

Of ghosts and cats

And pigs and bats

With brooms and bats

And wigs and rats

And play big dogs like queens and kings

And everyone plays drums and sings

About big sharks

Sharp swords

Beast bees

Bead lords

Sweet cakes

Mace lakes

O ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma

I hope in my heart that we on a whole

Will die and the earth be left alone

Just beast and bee and fish and tree

This hope I wish will someday be

That bacteria will have ate our remains

That all knowledge of us has decayed

Our burden raised the world set free

The earth returns to land and sea

Our buildings burned and highways gone

I love my friends and everyone

but we've had our chance let's move aside

let time wash us out with the tide