Thy will be done in heaven as it is on earth

Lynch mob, lie detector
Forced druggings, the third degree
A-bomb, a burn, a baby

Now there’s Soma the miracle drug
Soma the miracle drug, have you tried Soma?
The miracle drug, it’s the turn of the century

No more lows, no doze, no nerves
Just an endless ride
No more sick, no more hell, no more confusion
Now there’s Soma

The world’s stable now
People are happy, they get what they want
And they never want what they can’t get

They’re well off, they’re safe, they’re never ill
They’re not afraid of death
They’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age

They play with no mothers or fathers
They’ve got no wives or children or loves
To feel strongly about

They’re so well conditioned
That they practically can’t help
Behaving as they ought to behave
And if anything goes wrong

There’s Soma, there’s always Soma, delicious Soma
Half a gram for a half holiday, a gram for a weekend
Two grams for a trip to the glorious east
Three for a dark eternity on the moon

No more lows, no doze, no nerves
Just an endless ride
No more sick, no more hell, no more confusion
Now there’s Soma

Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma

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