THANK YOU - MKX

I know we've come a long way, we're changing day to day, but tell me, why do the ******** play?

Well, you roll on roads over fresh green grass, for your lorry loads pumping petrol gas,

and you make them long, and you make them tough, but they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.

Well, you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air, but will you keep on building higher, till there's no more room up there?

Will you make us laugh? Will you make us cry? Will you tell us when to live? Will you tell us when to die?