This rock of ours is just some big mistake. And we will never know just where we go. Or where we have came from. These veins of mine are now some sort of fuse.
Mmm buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah. Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah. . We're all goin', we're all goin'. . Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out.