| We gave birth to Television (Zeus) | |
| Emerging from our brow (Zenith) | |
| Blurred the sky with radar dishes | |
| Choking up the airwaves | |
| It's coming down | |
| Our kiss gives blisters | |
| The Midas touch Medusa in smokestacks | |
| Turn to tarmac highway ribbons | |
| Factory stench smoke belching | |
| Cover up the air in a cloak of black | |
| Blow a fuse in overload | |
| We gave birth to one thousand suns above our heads | |
| We gave birth to fire in the sky | |
| A stitch in time now hypodermic | |
| Beaches drowning in medical waste | |
| Waves of cotton hairballs blood clots oil drums bursting | |
| The Exxon backwash leaves a bad taste | |
| Power failure socket burnout | |
| Ozone turned to aerosol | |
| Water and lead and iodine (a toast) | |
| And apathy will dig a grave for us all |