(Turn me up)

Two thousand seventy-five
The freeways were still alive
See the people for miles and miles
Two-zero-seven-five

We were searching for a place to hide
Easy rider meets the end of time
You were young and out of the wild
Two-zero-seventy-five

And they blew down the buildings
And we stood in lines for bread
Just like Mother Russia back when she was still Red

Ding-dong! the witch is dead!
Ding-dong! the witch is dead!
Ding-dong! the witch is dead, she's dead!
From the shores of Nantucket to Los Angeles
She was swallowed up in petty greed

In New York City, the sun doesn't shine
And Hollywood is covered in vines
They dug up treasure from the Mayan times
Two-zero-seventy-nine
But the fire in their breast burned like a funeral pyre

Museums are closing
'Cause the animals all fled
Deep down in the city
Liberty's lost her head

Ding-dong! the witch is dead!
Ding-dong! the witch is dead!
Ding-dong! the witch, she's dead! (We hope)
From the shores of Nantucket to Los Angeles
She was swallowed up in her own greed

So tell me a story, and make it sweet,
Like a tale from a dream
There's a city of gold up in the sky,
A place where we'll never die
You and me will never die

Two-zero-ninety-nine
Two-zero-ninety-nine
Two-zero-ninety-nine (nine)
Two-zero-ninety-nine
Two-zero-ninety-nine (two-zero-nine, oh)