Good evening and welcome to the underground place
It's the last party for the human race
My idea is to play along
Slow march very sad songs
Heads all roll in the _______
Kings and teachers, businessmen and bums
Blue bird party
Welcome, come on in
Your complaint is that it's lost too
Before you know it, you're in another room
A guest of a guest has put you on the list
Just like that, you don't exist
It's a taxing thought
When you consider being not
Blue bird party
They'll take you where you want
Finally, they expect no complaints
If you're very lucky you'll be hanging out with saints
Over there, across that road
You're going to the last zip code
Make no mistake
There's nothing you will take
Simply put
You won't be awake