(Yeah, you can bring me up
Just like that)

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 I was wild
Two-zero-seven-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, she's dead, she's dead
From the shores of Nantucket to Los Angeles
She was swallowed up in
Petty greed

New York City—the sun doesn't shine
Hollywood is covered in vines
They dug up treasure from the Mayan Times
Two-zero-seven-nine
But the fire in their breast burned like a funeral Pyre

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

Ding-dong! the Witch is dead
Ding-dong! the Witch, she's 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

So tell me a story
And make it sweet
Like a tale from a dream
There is a city of gold up in the sky
A place where we never die (never die)
A place where we never die (never die)

Two-zero-ninety-nine
Two-zero-ninety-nine (nine)
Two-zero-ninety-nine (nine)
Two-zero-ninety-nine (nine)
Two-zero-ninety-nine
Two-zero-ninety-nine