A grimace accelarating Reflects in the mirror Such a perfect image For the modern era All things are flowing Our philosophers say As tawdry cheapness is gnawing Our civilization away wow wow I saw the x'ray vision of a poet Through a prism I saw the x'ray vision of a poet Through a prism Mona Lisa crying Brain cells are dying The age of mass minting Mass printing, mass printing Turning, turning, turning...... The press our champion Of mediocrity Sanctions the oblivion Called democracy All men are equal ? Franchise of the masses prevails While market-place mottos Turn all into mash potatoes Wow wow Wow wow I saw the x'ray vision of a poet Through a prism I saw the x'ray vision of a poet Through a prism Mona Lisa crying Brain cells are dying The age of mass minting Mass printing, mass printing Turning, turning, turning......