Lyrics

When the last crim' government is gone my friend And the last landlord is through And the last policeman's thrown away his gun And the last wiretap is done And the legions of green are walking along With their plastic [?]s held high And the last computer has computed its last And the flags of fantasy fly Oh, birth, death, sex, gossip, politics, religion Oh, sing that universal rent strike rag Not going to be anything left to do But the universal rent strike rag When the plastic plexidomes are built on the moon Socialist algae tanks are churning out cream Wе'll sit by the banks of the hydroponic stream And cacklе and chortle in the universal dream Last police stick falls on the floor Clothes are free at the dry goods store The last hungry stomaches are feasted full The only thing left to talk about more: Birth, death, sex, gossip, politics, religion Sing that universal rent strike rag Not going to be anything left to do But the universal rent strike rag, all right! When the last crim' government is gone my friend And the last landlord is through And the last policeman's thrown away his gun And the last wiretap is done And the legions of green are walking along With their plastic [?]s held high And the last computer has computed its last And the flags of fantasy fly Oh, birth, death, sex, gossip, politics, religion Sing that universal rent strike rag Not going to be anything left to do But the universal rent strike rag