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