My My (Bad Fruit)

All the waterfalls kick up the mist and lay the haze
 on some little island off the coast of un muy hermoso bay
 And the Mexicans married the box and Remedios
 Tragically, she ended after an apocalyptic dose
 My my, oh you sad, sad satellite
 Godspeed rotten apple of my eye
 Bad fruit, you're a waste of space in the jar
 My my, can't you say goodbye?
 All the clouds came down, dressed up in heat lightning and slacks
 They filed in the ampitheater bantering in social packs
 And the maestro (the conductor) frowned, noting the audience all adults
 suddenly conducted a symphony of a billion volts
 My my, oh you sad, sad satellite
 Godspeed rotten apple of my eye
 Bad fruit, you're a waste of space in the jar
 My my, can't you say goodbye?
 Every window crashed, shattered down from every skyscraper
 within the city limits.
 Oh, what a day. Oh, what a din it's been.
 And the office ogres all turned to granite
 as the unfiltered sunlight hit them for the first time ever
 and the last time.
 So we wait for day to come
 but the sun won't show it's face
 and our bodies grow indistinct
 til we all just fade away.