Moon over Marin by Dead Kennedys, Album: Plastic Surgery Disasters, 1982

The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes

Unlock my section of the sand
It's fenced off to the waters edge
I clamp a gasmask on my head

(chorus)
On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

Another tanker's hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops

O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil

(chorus)

I squish dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home

I slip back through my basement door
Switch off all that I own below
Dive in my scalding wooden tub

My own beach at night
Electric moonlight

There will always be a moon
Over Marin.

An ironic song about the polluted and devastated environment we live and our restrictions in our life and mobility in order to have and "enjoy" the facilities of civilization.

you can hear this song in youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4SQqPSdJUU