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