Текст: Flaming Lips. The Soft Bulletin. The Spark That Bled.

I accidentally touched my head
And noticed that I had been bleeding
For how long, I didn't know

What was this I thought, that struck me?
What kind of weapons have they got?
The softest bullet ever shot

I stood up and I said, "Yeah"
I stood up and I said, "Yeah"
I stood up and I said, "Hey, yeah yeah yeah"

From this moment on
Blaring like a trumpet
Coming from above us and somewhere below

The confidence of knowing
Descending to relieve us
Struggle to believe it's so

I stood up and I said, "Yeah"
I spoke up and I said, "Hey"
I stood up and I said, "Hey, yeah yeah yeah"

And it seemed to cause a chain reaction
It had momentum, it was gaining 'traction
It was all the rage, it was all the fashion

The outreached hands had resigned themselves
To holding onto something that they never had
And that's too bad 'cause in reality there was no reaction

I accidentally touched my head
And noticed that I had been bleeding
For how long, I didn't know