Three Planets from Ecopalypse by Rectoplasm®

So you've gone and laid waste to the biosphere
But you have no remorse and you have no fear
You've trashed the whole world just to make your lousy 'stuff'
You might think that would have to be enough
But in forty years, if you go on this way
You're gonna need a whole lot more than today
'Cos you've grown to the max, but you wanna grow more
Gotta find some new worlds that you're gonna explore

Because you'll need three planets to produce your crap
Hope you've got 'em up your sleeve, hope you've got 'em on tap
Your consumer goods are such a vital need
You're not in the least motivated by greed...

What I wanna know it what you're gonna do
How you'll conquer these worlds to get your 'due'
You gonna terraform Mars in the name of Ayn Rand?
Takes a long, long time to make soil from sand...
And by then this ol' world could be falling apart
(Sure looks like it's off to a flying start!)
You might be more concerned with what you're gonna eat
Than with finding 'evil aliens' out there to defeat...

Because you'll need three planets, but you won't have one
Because you've used up the only good one near our sun
And you can't run away from the scene of the crime
Because you've run out of space and you've run out of time
And when you need three planets you won't have a clue
How to hand onto one - whatcha gonna do?
It got turned into a big shopping spree
And now here's the bill for you and me...

Well, you need three planets; whatcha gonna do?
You gonna buy yourselves a planet at the local zoo?
Gonna buy some planet seeds on your credit card?
Or maybe dig a planet up in your own back yard?
You gonna pull another planet right out of your arse?
Or just learn to make one in your pottery class?
Whatever you come up with, you'd better not wait
'Cos right now, we're on course for a horrible fate...
Gotta find another planet, this one's had its chips
Gonna load ourselves up in our capps space ships
Gonna fly to the stars, for the sake of the Right
Gonna settle on a new world, out in the night!
There's gotta be a way out, this just can't be the end
It just couldn't be as bad as the Greenies pretend!
The human race was created in order to consume -
There's just no way it could lead to a terrible doom...

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