At the Bottom of Everything

So there is this woman and she was on an airplane

And she's flying to meet her fiance

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 conversations

And only, really the only thing she did heard him say was

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, the engines gave up

And they started just falling in thirty thousand feet

And the pilot's on the, on the microphone

And he's, he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry"

Apologizing and, and she looks at the man and she, she says

She says, "Where are we going?"

And he, 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 kinda goes like this

Its kinda 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 that we have read

And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to 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 that sleeps but doesn't dream

We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

And it'll go like this, alright

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

Oh, 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 just 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

Oh 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