If we can call them friends we can call them on red telephones And they won't pretend that they're too busy or they're not alone If we can call them friends we can call Holler at 'em down these hallowed halls But we can't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all
Don't Don't you worry About the atmosphere Or any sudden pressure change
'Cause I know That it's starting To get warm in here And things are Starting to get strange
And did you Did you see how All our friends were there Drinkin' roses from the can
How How I wish I I had talked to them And wished they Fit into my plan
And we were tired of being mild Oh, so tired of being mild We were so tired
I know we're gonna meet someday in the crumbled financial institutions of this land There will be tables and chairs Pony rides and dancing bears There'll even be a band 'Cause listen after the fall there'll be no more countries No currencies at all We're gonna live on our wits Throw away survival kits Trade butterfly knives for adderal And that's not all Woah! There will be snacks, there will There will be snacks!
