We must not question the god Progress, no
Because all of the modern masses say so
We dare not ever even challenge that notion
We might become distracted from our devotion
To more power
And more wealth
An easier life
Decaying health
Entertainment
Instead of the real thing
O land of the machine
To thee I sing
Let us not forget our universal goal
For a life of convenience we'll sell our soul
Until every last man, woman, and child
Is society's slave, placid and defiled
By more conforming
And less common sense
More time for leisure
And mindless indulgence
More dissatisfaction
And need for constant change
More extreme ideas
For the sake of being strange
More disrespectfulness
And more selfish cares
More hyperactivity
And naive unawares
More of human nature
And much less godliness
Farther away from our roots
And peace and happiness
