At The Bottom Of Everything

So there's this woman and she was um... on an airplane
And she's flying to meet her fiance
Sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth
And she was seated next to this man who, er, you know
She had tried to start a conversation
And only, really the only thing she'd heard him say was
Just to order his, his Bloody Mary and
And she's sittin' there and she's readin' 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, 'n
And then, uh... suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and
One of the the engines gave out and they started just falling an' thirty thousand feet
The, uh... pilot's on the... on the microphone and he's
He's saying um, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm... I'm sorry," and apologizing and
And she looks at that man, and she - and she says
She says wh, she says, "Where are we going?"
And uh... an' he looks at her and he says
"We're going to a party, 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 hummin' this little tune, 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
We must rip out all the epilogues from 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
And 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, all right

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
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
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 world's waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one