1983. . . (A MERMAN I SHOULD TURN TO BE)
Hurrah, I awake from yesterday
Alive, but the war is here to stay
So my love, Catherina and me,
decide to take our last walk through the noise to the sea
Not to die but to reborn,
away from lands so battered and torn
Forever, forever
Oh say, can you see it's really such a mess
Every inch of Earth is a fighting nest
Giant pencil and lipstick tube shaped things,
Continue to rain and cause screaming pain
And the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red
as our feet find the sand,
and the sea is straight ahead, straight up ahead
Well it's too bad that our friends, can't be with us today
Well it's too bad
'The machine, that we built,
would never save us', that's what they say
(That's why they ain't coming with us today)
And they also said "it's impossible for a man to live and breathe under
water, forever",
was their main complaint
And they also threw this in my face, they said:
"Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God,
and the grace of the King" (grace of the King)
(Yeah, yeah)
So my darling and I make love in the sand,
to salute the last moment ever on dry land
Our machine, it has done its work, played its part well
Without a scratch on our bodies and we bid it farewell
Starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile
Before our heads go under we take a last look at the killing noise
Of the out of style, the out of style, out of style(oooh)...