At The Bottom Of Everything

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  So there was this woman and
  she was, uh, on an airplane and
  she's flying to meet her fiancé
  sailing 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
  an really--really the only thing
  she 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--the name of and
  she's feeling very bored and very despondent
  and--and then, uh, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the--the engines gave out
  and they started just falling -an- 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--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--and, uh, it kind of 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 we have read
  And to 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, 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,
  We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul,
  And to 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 in moonlight laugh
  We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
  And (in)to 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
  Oh the city bus is swimming past.
  I'm happy just because
  I found out I am really no one.