Hock The Stars And Ration The Sun

I went to visit a cousin of mine Who breaks beer bottles on Sunset and Vine; He turns on the gas, in abandoned homes, Says if they cared for them, why'd they roam? Hock the stars and ration the sun; Bleed the earth till it comes undone, Sell everything that's not nailed down: What we're looking for can't be found. I was walking down some dead-end road Found where someone had dumped a load Of brand new shoes; still in their box; You get paid now, to rob your own shop. Let's sell the world to the highest bidder, No one cares if you're a quitter; We'll blow it all up, as we step on that rocket, Try to find a space, out of God's pocket. Rebel-mankind will never get in line, Always thinks he's got lots more time; If he saw that mushroom cloud go up- He'd sell one-way tickets, till it blew up. Hock the stars and ration the sun; Bleed the earth till it comes undone, Sell everything that's not nailed down: What we're looking for can't be found.