At the Bottom of Everything

[Intro] So there was this woman and She was, uh, on an airplane and She's flying to meet her fiancé Sailing high above the largest ocean On planet earth and she was seated Next to this man who 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 "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 [Verse 1] 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 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) [Hook] 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! And it was a wonderful splash! [Verse 2] 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 the we'll get down there, way down to the bottom of everything And then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it) [Hook 2] 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