The oracle is out on the soapbox tonight
Telling us all about our future lives
The dog's sitting circles at his feet in bark
Teaching us all how to cut the cards
Hear,
but don't listen to emergencies Cars and the ambulance,
fire and police
And colored lights are flashing around You think you're in the ground
But you're not as you look down at that
spot A vigilante brigade is out in the shade
Of the parliament playing a charade The
megaphones and the marching will begin
Lines of individuals so free of sin
Ashamed to have tamed such a mystery
Miles in the sky,
see where you left your body
Down there in the silence and the rust
Mold taking hold of the planet's crust
Out of body,
but not out of mind Spirit goes searching for the life it can find
As we die,
so we are born Memories are faded and jaded and torn
The oracle is out,
hear but don't listen Vigilante brigade,
ashamed to be tamed
Out of body,
the spirit goes searching as we die
So we are born,
so fade in the dawn