At the Bottom of Everything

So there was this woman and

She was, uh, on an airplane and

She's flying to meet her fianc茅

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 really the only thing

She'd heard him say was to order his bloody mary

And she's sitting there and she's reading

This really arduous magazine article about a

Third world country that she couldn't

Even pronounce the name of and

She's feeling very bored and very despondent

And then, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out

And they started just falling, thirty thousand feet

And the pilot's 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

She says,"Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says

"We're going to a party, it, 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, uh, he starts humming this little tune and, uh, it kind of goes like this

It's kinda, one two, 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

Into 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

Into 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, all right...)

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 as static with the whole

We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul

And in 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 and moonlight laugh

We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past

Into the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love

We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

(And when 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

All the city buses swimming past

I'm happy just because

I found out I am really no one