Derision dodging, spaceport sunder, short on oxygen

They’re singeing options

The universe is far too wide

Thanks by and by, the carbon dioxide was enough to breathe all right

Swill, dead-end rites disparage these anchorites too sold to see what we see

Been zero to 10-to-the-fortieth meters in dreams still there’s not too much to see

Pass the knife or toss the plate

So much forced an ambuscade

Bombast built our palisade

It’s all the same: it’s not the same

Sit right back and hold your name

You could stand to be renamed

Posh science killed the astral faiths

Laugh it up it’s all the same

Here’s always where you are