Do not adjust your TV sets What you're about to see is a live broadcast With a warning to whom it conserns We have scenes some viewers may find disturbing You can run from your impending doom But we're all immortal You're so stunned from our bolts from the blue But we're all immortal Where humdrum's slum-bums are down and out Down where you couldn't turn a f**ing sweet in your mouth We'll paraglide across this dystopian junkyard Press the fast forward over all the boring parts You can run from your impending doom But we're all immortal You're so stunned from our bolds from the blue But we're all immortal Call me hollow Call me Apollo Call me what you like Re-stitch the scars, too much too late Too little too early, Say hello to the birdie and wait For the flash, later or sooner comes Saturday, Saturday somersaulting up to the- Glory hunters, fearful that they'll lose But we're all immortal So come rejoice and start anew We're all immortal Call me hallow Call me Apollo Call me what you like Call me shallow Fire your poison arrows But I'm alright