This is the age of instant ruin. Our bombs are smarter than our sages No longer care what we are doing It is the darkest of the ages. This is the age of rampant toxins In our soil and in the seas The chickens now have let the fox in And so the wolves do as they please. We could have gone to the stars We could have healed all our scars We could have learned who we are Instead here ends the age of cars. It is the age of melting mountains Storms and winds and flood and drought Trading blood for blackish fountains Trading faith for lies and doubt. It is the age of senseless plans Pushbutton battles freeze-dried wars Burning wells in desert sands Here now ends the age of cars. Here ends the age of cars Here ends the age of cars Here ends the age of cars Here then ends the age of cars We could have gone to the stars We could have healed all our scars We could have learned who we are Instead here ends the age of cars. We filled our tanks with precious nectar We grew our food on sterile soil Our Earth became a debt collector We stood and watched her oceans boil. We sold our souls for more combustion Our cities cried with smoke and ash We never tired of consumption Threw out our conscience with the trash. We filled our tanks with ancient bones We filled our graves with future toil We filled our hearts with piles of stones And filled our veins with drugs of oil.