Lyrics:

Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed
through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We
were dining on the wreckage - white napkins round our necks, we took our
plastic spoons and ate. We ate until we couldn't move, 'til sunset turned
the desert red and startled souls ascended to Oblivion.
A fat man with a guilty face held back and tried to hide his case as
angels chanted, "You can't take it with you..." So we're told, Heaven's
paved with gold-but it HAS to come from somewhere?!
Paradise. It has it's price. We're forced to crawl through needle's
eyes. Our price. Our choice. We rarely make the right one.