Smash It Up! Poem by Peter Strugnell

Trapped within our own mind inventions,
We don't believe that, we've been set-up,
the road to hell, paved with good intentions,
but now we've got to smash it up.

It's tinder-box dry, this funeral pyre,
& you're spooning water, from a paper cup,
when burning within, is but one desire,
that's just to smash it up!

Smash it up, smash it up,
smash it up, the world's insane
smash it up, smash it up,
smash it up and start again

All has been spoiled and tainted,
and you feel like, just giving up,
It's black, no matter how you paint it,
We've got to smash it up.

We could just whimper and start to cry,
when all that's left is breaking up,
or wipe the tears from our eyes,
and start to smash it up.

Smash it up, smash it up,
smash it up, the world's insane
smash it up, smash it up,
smash it up and start… over.