Everybody wants to go to Heaven
But nobody wants to die
They wanna claim greatness
But none a dem waan pay the price
Just microwave, microwave it
We ain't got time
They talk good game but their walk is basic
Everybody wants a revolution
Everybody got solutions, yea
When it hits the fan
Whole heap a man deh
Will run away and hide
The more they change
The more they stay the same
All men lie
Microwave, microwave it
Hurry up
Hurry up
Everybody's searching for Nirvana
But nobody wants to change
They wanna cut corners, yea
Then turn around and point the blame
A microwave generation
We ain't got time
A bunch of slaves in a plantation
Of our own minds
Nobody wants to die
Yea we'd rather live a lie
Than to step outside the bubble
And deal with real life
Hurry up
Hurry up
Hurry up
Hurry up
Hurry up (Hurry up)
We lost ourselves
To these tiny screens
What a slimy scheme
These invisible strings
Got attached to our brains
Now the enemy's within
And he's feeding us things
By any and all means
It's the end of all things
It's the end of all things
It's the end of all things
It's the end of all things
It's the end of all things