All Goin' Down Together

Blackbird sitting on a telephone pole
 Looking for a place to fly
 There's a young man
 Sitting in a puddle of mud
 Preparing himself to die
 The wheels are turning
 And the fires are burning
 And the smoke's getting in our eyes
 All going down together
 Got to do
 Got to do
 Got to do
 What your Mother says
 Some talking bad
 Some talking good
 Some talking if they should
 Most haven't got the time
 And but then they might
 And most don't even if they could
 All going down together
 All going down together
 Won't be any glory
 When they talking about the story
 How it happened once upon a time
 Back in the days of the nuclear age
 Start of a nursery rhyme
 Talking about the kings with the ruby rings
 And how it happened long time ago
 Why don't you look at the skies and philophies
 And we won't be here to know
 And we're all going down together
 All going down together.