The Fireball at the End of Everything

Put your feet up on the dashboard
Roll down the window
The sudden chronic seranade
From a thousand radios
The sun burning into your eyes
Like a blue blindfold
We’re marching on the spot
We’re marching home
As long as you sit next to me
We can burn
I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth…
See all around there’s brains in jars
And engines idling
You think out loud like you’re circling things
In a magazine
But the sound of your voice is enough to rescue me from the fireball at the end
of everything
As long as you sit next to me
We can burn
I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth
As long as you sit next to me
I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth…