Flaming Lips - Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair lyrics

Okay I'll admit that I really don't understand Riding to work in 2025 (your invisible now) Thirty-five thousand feet of despair A machine in India The train runs over the camel but is derailed by the gnat How will we know? (futuristic crashendos) March of the rotten vegetables The big ol' bug is the new baby now