Where do we go, my blue eyed son We're going out with everyone Who's buying in utopia? We're going all our way Cracking up emissions Spending all our wages Going out of fashion Who's buying in utopia? Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na It's such a long, long way Wishing and hoping Long, hard days Casting and ignoring Let's kill it, get oblivious Every minute, minute by minute A hissing, phasing atmosphere This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it Oh, here comes history Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Kiss off history Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Hey, hit this We're smokin' till we burn out Take it to the limit Oh, baby, it's our business So let's dance to the sound All the time running out Watch the smoke on the breeze Of the rising seas Going down, down, down Round, round, round Cause we're so history Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na It's all history Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na