At the Bottom of Everything

So there's this woman and she was um... on an airplane And she's flying to meet her fiance Sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth And she was seated next to this man who, er, you know She had tried to start a conversation And only, really the only thing she'd heard him say was Just to order his, his Bloody Mary and And she's sittin' there and she's readin' 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, 'n And then, uh... suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and One of the the engines gave out and they started just falling an' thirty thousand feet The, uh... pilot's on the... on the microphone and he's He's saying um, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm... I'm sorry," and apologizing and And she looks at that man, and she - and she says She says wh, she says, "Where are we going?" And uh... an' he looks at her and he says "We're going to a party, 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 um, he starts hummin' this little tune, and And, uh, it kinda 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 that we have read And in 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 hell 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, all right 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 in this endless race for property and privilege to be won We must run, we must run, we must run We must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past And in 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 morning's coming back The whole world's waking up All the city buses swimming past I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one