these are the days that we, that we can't forget
we can't afford to forget
a grand array products there for our consumption
there's nothing there to regret
this is the greatest country in the world
under god
and this is our birthright

in these days of profit
when the bottom line is the only line
push the limits of what the world can sustain
it's not too long till we crash
crash and burn

these are the days that i, that i will remember
the smoke-filled skies, the glass in the grass
the poisoned stream oozing yellow
a dead squirrel lies at the side of the road
this is the greatest country in the world
under god
and this is our birthright

in these days of profit
when the bottom line is the only line
push the limits of what the world can sustain
it's not too long till we crash
crash and burn

Days of Profits notes:

This is my environmentalist, anti-capitalist song.
Also, I liked the pun.

On a sidebar, this song was originally written in my head on the way to band practice for a new band I was messing around with, scribbled down furtively at red lights on whatever little slips of paper I could get my hands on, and I tried to get them to play it, but the drummer turned out to be unable to play in 3/4 time. Should have been a clue.