The future looks bright If you're into the blight Haven't we learned at all? Time and again We lose in the end How does it feel to be burned? In your blood again And in your tears You count just on one hand The remaining years Check yourself again (test yourself again) Lovers and your friends Lovers and your friends Assume that it'll end (plague has reached the land) Against your time again Treat each month like a year (treat each hour like a year) Back to the blight It may be alright We're just too close to the source Hop a plane bus or cab Or leave it to Abbott Labs Look to the past, plot a course