And we look at the summer sun yellowing around
So we go out to the hill and we lie down
All but one sits in the corner
Trying to find a way
And all right, let's go outside
Rise, rise, rise to the meaning of life
But we're trying, but we're all farted out
I want to go back to old times
And looking back, looking out
Different things
We flew too high, let the sun burn our wings
We never thought it would be us
But it all comes back, it's turned to dust
And all right, let's go outside
And rise, rise, rise to the meaning of life
But we're trying, but we're all farted out
I want to go back to old times
And all right, let's go outside
Rise, rise, rise to the meaning of life
But we're trying, but we're all farted out
I want to go back to old times
Go Marcus!
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.