At the Bottom of Everything

So, there is this women and she was, um, on an airplane

And she was flying to meet her fiancé

Seaming high above the, 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'd heard him say was

Just to order his, 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, the name of and

She's feeling very bored and very despondent

And, and then, uh, suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure

And one of the engines gave out

And they started just falling

Thirty thousand feet

The pilots 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, and she says

She says, she says, where are we going?

And uh, 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, um, he starts humming this little tune and, and

And uh, it kinda goes like this, it's kinda

One two, one, two, three, four

We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web

Must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read

And in 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

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 as static with the whole

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

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 worlds waking up

All the city buses swimming past

I'm happy just because

I found out I am really no one