Lyrics:

We're gleaning the skies to single out the objects
In drunken disguise with battle wounds on our neck
The Argonne Limit Co. Has signaled to the council
Uncertain where to go and streaking through the Catskills
And only the absentees bothered to show to American Greetings meetings held below
The radioactive overflow
We're cleaning the eyes of some fifty-nine alumni
And one Thermatico Who's burning from the inside
The oversight proceeds to disappear like a vampire
Bretrayal in glass holes, betrayal of the empire.