Written by james young
Lead vocals by james youngSittin' here on terra firma
It's the kind of place we were meant to be
Out here kinda lost in space now
Pondering life's mysteries
All of minkind worship at the altar
Of old mythology
But the genie's out of the bottle
Collision course with eternityYoung children playing in the chat room
With the freaks and the satellites
Upload the nearset planet
Burnin' out at the speed of light
Better living for the masses
With the new technology
But some fool went and pushed the button
He didn't get an apologyFeeling good is a new sensation
Panacea for the prozac nationHeavy, heavy water
Won't wash away the sins of the fatherSacred cow sizzling in the fire
As we all go up in flames
With millions of true believers
And their unfamiliar names
On the road to good intentions
Blown to hell by our own inventions
Heavy, heavy water
Won't wash away the sins of the father
Unholy, holy water
Leading us like lambs to the...Custom made for the self reliant
Lemonade for the thirsty giantHeavy, heavy water
Won't wash away the sins of the father
Unholy, holy water
Leading us like lambs to the (slaughter)