Blackbird sitting on a telephone pole
Looking for a place to fly
There's a young man
Sitting in a puddle of mud
Preparing himself to die
The wheels are turning
And the fires are burning
And the smoke's getting in our eyes
All going down together
Got to do
Got to do
Got to do
What your Mother says
Some talking bad
Some talking good
Some talking if they should
Most haven't got the time
And but then they might
And most don't even if they could
All going down together
All going down together
Won't be any glory
When they talking about the story
How it happened once upon a time
Back in the days of the nuclear age
Start of a nursery rhyme
Talking about the kings with the ruby rings
And how it happened long time ago
Why don't you look at the skies and philophies
And we won't be here to know
And we're all going down together
All going down together.
