In the last second of life, they're gonna. Show you how. How they run this show. Sure. Run it into. The ground. . The stars are projectors, yeah.. Projectin' our lives down to this.
The good times are killing me, here we go. . Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. Shrug off shortsighted false excitement. And oh what can I say?.
So long to this cold, cold part of the world. So long to this bone-bleached part of the world. So long to this salt-soaked part of the world. I stepped down as president of Antarctica.