Prospekt's March / Poppyfields
Smoke is rising from the houses
People Burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet
People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Propekt, how could I forget?
Drums
Here it comes
Don't you wish that life could be as simple,
As fish swimming round in a barrel.
When you've got the gun?
Oh and I'll run
Here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get the anaconda control
When I wasn't one
Here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
Here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
I don't want to die
On my own, here, tonight
Here I lie
On my own in a separate sky