Standing room only at L.A.X.

I trade my ticket for some cigarettes

I won't believe it till they dissapear [sic]



The president's hiding on a submarine

See how he runs away from history

I won't believe it till they dissapear [sic]

I won't believe it till I dissapear [sic]



Chorus:

After all we've been through

Doesn't it seem a little funny to you

We should all shine from the violet blue

And now we're calling you

From the greenhouse



All of the warriers have gone away

I sit and watch the sky, waiting for the rain

I won't believe it till I dissapear [sic]

I won't believe it till I dissapear [sic]

I won't believe you till I dissapear [sic]



Chorus