[bad word]  all you no hopers, 
you jokers and rogues 
we're on the road to nowhere, 
let's find out where it goes 
It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows  [bad word]  all you no hopers, 
you jokers and rogues. 

Leave all your furrows in the fields where they lie 
Your factories and offices; 
kiss them all goodbye 
Have a little faith in the dream maker in the sky 
There's glory in believing him 
and it's all in the beholder's eye. 

Turn off your engines and slow down your wheels 
Suddenly your master plan loses its appeal 
Everybody knows that this reality's not real 
So raise a glass to all things past and celebrate how good it feels. 

Awash on the sea of our own vanity 
We should rejoice in our individuality 
Though it's gale force, let's steer a course for sanity