At The Bottom Of Everything

So there's this woman and she was um... on an airplane
 And she's flying to meet her fiance
 Sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth
 And she was seated next to this man who, er, you know
 She had tried to start a conversation
 And only, really the only thing she'd heard him say was
 Just to order his, his Bloody Mary and
 And she's sittin' there and she's readin' this really arduous magazine article
 About a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the the name of
 And she's feeling very bored and very despondent, 'n
 And then, uh... suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and
 One of the the engines gave out and they started just falling an' thirty thousand feet
 The, uh... pilot's on the... on the microphone and he's
 He's saying um, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm... I'm sorry," and apologizing and
 And she looks at that man, and she - and she says
 She says wh, she says, "Where are we going?"
 And uh... an' he looks at her and he says
 "We're going to a party, it's a birthday party
 It's your birthday party, happy birthday, darling
 We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much"
 And then um, he starts hummin' this little tune, and
 And, uh, it kinda goes like this, it's kinda
 One, two, one, two, three, four
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 We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
 We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read
 And in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
 We must stare, we must stare, we must stare
 We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
 Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
 And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
 We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
 And it'll go like this, all right
 While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun
 He says, "Death will give us back to God
 Just like the setting sun
 Is returned to the lonesome ocean"
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 And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
 
 Oh, it was a wonderful splash
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 We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole
 We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
 And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won
 We must run, we must run, we must run
 We must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh
 We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
 And in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love
 We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
 And then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything
 And then we'll see it, oh, we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it!
 Oh, my morning's coming back
 The whole world's waking up
 All the city buses swimming past
 I'm happy just because
 I found out I am really no one