Prospekt's March / Poppyfields

Smoke is rising from the houses People burying their dead I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without speaking Trying to take what they can get I ask you if you remember Prospekt, how could I forget? Drums, here it comes Don't you wish that life can be as simple As fish swimming 'round in a barrel? When you've got the gun Oh, when I run Here it comes We're just two little figures in a soup bowl Trying to get to any kind of control But I wasn't one Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky And here I lie on my own in a separate sky I don't wanna die on my own here tonight But here I lie on my own in a separate sky