C# G# A G# A G# A B (2x) C#
and A progre B ss is not in C# telligently planned,
it's the A facade of our E heritage, the F# odor of our G# land,
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they speak of progress, in red, white and blue
it's the structure of the future as demise comes seething through
it's the progress till there's nothing left to gain,
as the dearth of new ideas makes us wallow in our shame,
so A before you go to cont G# ribute more
to the A destruction of this B world you adore,
remember A life on earth is but a G# flash of dawn,
and we're all A part of it as the B day rolls C# on
and progress is a message that we send
one step closer to the future, one inch closer to the end,
I say progress, is a synonym of time,
we are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine,
and progress, is a debt we all must pay,
it's convenience we all cherish, it's the pollution we disdain,
and the edge is dulling,
too many folks to plow through,
just keep your fucking distance
and it can not include you
and A progr B ess, 'till there's C# nothing left gain
A progr B ess, it's a C# message that we send
and A progr B ess, it's a C# debt we all must pay
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