Written by James Young Lead Vocals by James Young Sittin' 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 eternity Young 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 apology Feeling good is a new sensation Panacea for the Prozac nation Heavy, heavy water Won't wash away the sins of the father Sacred 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 giant Heavy, heavy water Won't wash away the sins of the father Unholy, holy water Leading us like lambs to the (slaughter)
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