By the Time You Get This - They Might Be Giants

By the time you get this note

We’ll no longer be alive

We’ll have all gone up in smoke

There’ll be no way to reply

You’ll be wondering about the world that vanished long ago

And the words that reach you now

That were buried underground

Greetings to everyone in 1937

It seems that you were never aware that we were here

You’re probably too busy rejoicing in the present

To stop and be reminded of the dark and troubled past

By the time you get this note

We’ll no longer be alive

But our skulls are smiling still

At the thought of things to come

We can confidently know that you’ll enjoy a better world

When the evils that we faced

Will at last be laid to rest

When the poisons of the Earth

Are completely neutralized

When the hatred and the lies

Are forever put aside

When the voices of dissent and contradiction all abate

And the peaceful air is filled

With a silent harmony

We can’t be certain at the moment of this writing

But surely in the future there’ll be no barking dogs

The sound of crying babies will be thankfully forgotten

No more will the chattering classes make a noise

By the time you get this note

A millenium from now

We’ll have all gone up in smoke

There’ll be no way to reply

And we confidently know

You’ll enjoy a better time

When the evils that we faced

Will at last be laid to rest