Nicollet Island

Desperate times will always call for desperate means - but this is the worst I've seen Come take a trip with me up the mighty Mississippi to Nicollet Island Go ahead, take a look around and report back what you've found Leave no cobblestone unturned in this silent old ghost town It appears to me that this pretty scene is really just a lie I think we're in for a surprise - I think there's more than meets the eye Kick the can, ghost in the graveyard, Annie Annie Annie I over All these things should be going on While uncle Bob is out firing up the grill and aunty Sue cleans up the patio And cousin Kip is stuck mowing the lawn So where are all the people? They're gathered underground Go back past old man Joseph's tool shed and take a look around Just push aside the brush pile and tiptoe down the stairs And let your eyes adjust to flickering lights, your lungs to musty air And tune your ears to hear, in the eerie silence, a low and distant hum Accompanied by the pop and hiss of capacitors that slowly charge And the release like the firing of a gun The brightest and the best are all at CERN but rest assured The second best are here Standing by to power up and throw the switch and pull the plug And watch all you know suddenly disappear There's a fine line between madness and genius There's a fine, fine line between terror and science And they say they can build a particle accelerator And they say they can make a black hole And they say if they don't get a ransom for every single one of us Then they say it'll swallow up the world It's pretty simple, all they've got to do Is isolate and antiproton and a proton in a tube And then accelerate until they reach some near luminal speed And then collide to create a singularity