The people's key
Ringing through arena seats
The black machine

Played it all from memory
A fever dream
Well, I'll come back eventually

To wade into the water
Another and another


We go
Form some kind of code
The bodies float

And form some kind of code
The bodies float
Someone's out to know


Papa hobo
Don't hide your eyes

Mother mountain
Don't kill your unborn child
His day is coming

His day is coming

A question burns

Beneath the centuries of dirt
That voice you've heard
Well, every head's a different world

Well, mine's concerned
I boarded up the windows
A catatonic plateau

A backwards black-faced minstrel show
So just let me go
The prisoner moans

Oh, just let me go
The prisoner moans
No one has to know


Eva Braun went to dye her hair
Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair

And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed


The people's key
Ringing filling everything

The theme repeats
Thinner than the galaxy
Impart to me

Your wisdom and eventually
I'll float into the ether
Another from another


We grow
Form some kind of code

A flesh at bone
We form some kind of code
A flesh at bone

No, you're not alone

History bows and it steps aside

In the jungle there's columns of purple light
We're starting over
We're starting over

We're starting
We're starting