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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word]  we [bad word]  we [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 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.