Wind blows through our good intentions We owe nobody vicious Get off this boat if you wish Just go overboard, overboard, overboard There will be no one left to mourn Just a sick hum under the floorboards Of something rotten being born Not another day, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord Someday the world will swallow it's fleas In a backyard cemetery And with a tear drop of molten gold We'll crown this generation's proud king of the doomed We are all doomed, we are all doomed From my roof I can see the fire Not unlike an obvious liar With all the people huddled inside there That can't look you into the eyes You're just getting what you need to survive But it's not enough to enjoy your life, is it?