Reclamation

They call this a pass, a pass to where? When there is no door for the one's issued in orange I was too old for a blue, too young for a green And not disabled in body for a yellow The twenty to thirty year olds, they said Were strong, needed to stay and defend Defend what? All that is left, Is dusty scrubland, After the comet came. It came at night, caught us unawares A technical hitch, in the technology, they said A computer glitch. Well that's what happens When you employ monkeys I said at the time It wouldn't work. Now all I have is a pass, A pass to nowhere Whilst the monkeys; go deluxe First class My world is theirs, To reclaim at last.