I shouldn't be wasted

In such a lovely November evening

Outside couples in Christmas hats 

Walk their dogs and laugh as it chases a pigeon

Their children torture small animals

And they laugh

Oh they're just kids

 

They'll grow up to be executives

Who torture their employees

With thumbscrews and bloody Mariah's 

They'll drive taxis 

And call their homes 

The Homeland

Sounds vaguely Nazi-istic 

To me