And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
And in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
Oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
And then he starts humming this little tune and it kinda goes like this
He says, "Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun
She had tried to start conversations
We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
About this third world country
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us Hell
And she was seated next to this man, who, you know
And they started just falling in thirty thousand feet
Oh, it was a wonderful splash
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
She says, "Where are we going?"
And only, really the only thing she did heard him say was
And one of the, the engines gave up
And she's reading this really arduous magazine article
The whole world's waking up
Sailing high above the largest ocean on Planet Earth
Oh, my morning's coming back
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare
Way down to the very bottom of everything
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
Oh, the city bus is swimming past
And the pilot's on the, on the microphone
It's a birthday party, it's your birthday party, happy birthday darling
Its kinda one two, one two three four
We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
And it'll go like this, alright
We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
And she's sitting there
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
Apologizing and, and she looks at the man and she, she says
And he's, he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry"
That she couldn't even pronounce the name of
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
We must run, we must run, we must run
And he, he looks at her and he says, "We're going to a party
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And she's feeling very bored and very despondent
And then we'll get down there
Was to order his Bloody Mary
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much"
We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read
And then uh, suddenly, there's this huge mechanical failure
And then we'll see it
Is returned to the lonesome ocean"
