Текст: Robert Pollard. The Ash Grey Proclamation.

Well the shuttle bus is leaving us
It has collected 50 souls
Who have redefined our roles
And in the curtain there are holes
So we can see them

Look at them go!

Well I soaked up a little fire and grease
In the name of peace
And fats grabbed Applehead

From his king size waterbed
And Queen Cigarette pronounced him dead
So she could free them

Look at them go!