the one into which i've been hurled
in the distance one little man
sits on the fringe of a wondrous expanse
binary beats make numbers dance
on a map as vast as our lack of understanding
of even the spot you stand in
nail your map to the mast
pieces of 8-bit data drift past
digits and data drifting in space
just sit and wait to be diligently saved
not even n.a.s.a could track
im charles darwin as he lands at the galapagos
encountering a thousand-pound
and winged dog-billed platypus
leave behind a gleaming line
until you're home and dry
from solar glowing lamp lights
who knew paradise would be so damn bright?
i'm getting a bit tumescent
i thought i'd fall on a flaw
what a terrible thought to be fought
forage through foreign forms
i've found and filed a thousand kinds
and now i'll find a thousand more
i'm getting a bit tumescent
to find a formula for all the stuff
the sky will fall from up above
leave behind a gleaming line
until you're home and dry
from solar glowing lamp lights
who knew paradise would be so damn bright?
wherever we've been we leave pollution
no matter whatever you believe in
see through to the conclusion
human beings are being a nuisance
an abusive stream of evolution
views that seem to disagree
are surely leading you to ruin
we need to do away with the delusion
that the universe is merely here for amusement
for use through what we do to them
cease taking previous mistakes
and make the painting beautious again
leave behind a gleaming line
until you're home and dry
from solar glowing lamp lights
who knew paradise would be so damn bright?