Lord, I must be dreaming, what else could this be? Everybody's screaming, running for the sea Holy lands are sinking, birds take to the sky The prophets are all a-stinking drunk, I know the reason why Eyes are full of desire, mind is full of dreams Everything is on fire, shit piles up over me Out of right and reason, everyone's to blame Children of the season, of the lame Sorry, I'm so sorry, sorry Man is lonely now, he's blown it up and down And it helps the oldest man, we did it all for a job And now they say it's nobody's fault Bones in our veins, seven years ago Shoveling our boundaries, red lines come and go The local men of courage, listen with their ears Scoping out the scourge and when no one really hears One of these days they'll be sorry, too many houses on a silt Three million years are just a story, born afloat from the hilt Out of right and reason, everyone's to blame Children of the season, of the lame Sorry, I'm so sorry, sorry Man is lonely now, he's blown it up and down And it helps the oldest man, we did it all for a job And now we're just a little too late Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire, sheets piled up in debris California showtime, five o'clock for the news Everybody's concubined with bones to take us loose Sorry, I'm so sorry, sorry Man is lonely now, he's blown it up and down And it helps the oldest man, we did it all for a job And now we're just a little too late Man is lonely now, he's blown it up and down And it helps the oldest man, we did it all for a job And now we're just a little too late Thank you for watching!