Standing room only at L.A.X. I trade my ticket for some cigarettes I won't believe it till they dissapear (sic) The president's hiding on a submarine See how he runs away from history I won't believe it till they dissapear (sic) I won't believe it till I dissapear (sic) Chorus: After all we've been through Doesn't it seem a little funny to you We should all shine from the violet blue And now we're calling you From the greenhouse All of the warriers have gone away I sit and watch the sky, waiting for the rain I won't believe it till I dissapear (sic) I won't believe it till I dissapear (sic) I won't believe you till I dissapear (sic) Chorus