We will be driving in Little time bombs everywhere On a street in a skyscraper With aluminum hair There'll be someone downstairs Collecting all our names Numbers all in a file somewhere Everyone will be saved
Someone will be in the air In a plane by the sea I could be anywhere at all If I could just be I'll eat candied policemen You'll eat farmers from hell Everyone will be very modern Can't you tell?
There could be another one Come from the East With a mark on his head The sign of the beast Then we will all extinguish From this thing we call yeast Did we come from yeast?
Way back when––in a petri dish We were mated with some weird kind of fish Then we grew arms and legs Now we have 'em alive, no eggs
In a room far away near the capitol There's a box that sits on someone's skull We'll all be waitin' for the word comin' down Meantime... let's blow this town