Oh mama, my world’s on fire
Eagles eating from the palms of a dead empire
I stand tall at the foot of the mount
Aim straight down the middle if you’re going to make it count

That’s why I came
To reach you faster than the radio can
To tell you that you must meet all my demands
It’s all you’re ever gonna need now, man
Coming up to bring it to you faster than the radio can

There’s a worm at the bottom of my garden
And his dream is yesterday
He holidays in the frontal lobe
For you know not what you say
Goodbye to Zoroaster
Disappearing into binary trails
Coming home with all our jet black sails
I don’t like women when thеy don’t want me
So I raise down all the world I can’t see