Lyrics

So there was this women and
she was on an airplane and
she's flying to meet her fiancé
sailing high above the largest ocean

on planet earth and she was seated
next to this man who you know
she had tried to start a conversation
but really the only thing

she heard him say was to order his bloody mary
and she's sitting there and she's reading
this really arduous magazine article about this
third world country that she couldn't

even pronounce the name of and
she's feeling very bored and very despondent
and then uh suddenly there's this huge mechanical
failure and one of the engines gave out

and they started just falling thirty thousand feet
and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry"
and apologizing and she looks at the man and she says,

"where are we going" and he looks at her and he says,
"We're going to a party, it's a birthday party.
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling.
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."

and then he starts humming this little tune
and it kind of goes like this:
One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four
We must talk in every telephone,
get eaten off the web

We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but
doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

And it'll go like this
While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
He says, "Death will give us back to god, just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean."

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul

And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run
We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in
moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the
past

And in the caverns of tomorrow with our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
And then we'll get down there,
way down to the very bottom of everything

and then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one