Turtles All the Way Down

There’s a dying dream
In a dying city
Disintegrating people
On a disconnected world
Aren’t we all?

All these baby gods
Can’t control their fingers
Universal power
In spongy little brains
Aren’t we all?

And all that you can say is
La la, lala la, la la la la
La la, lala la, la la la la

If we go to sleep
We can make a turtle
Out of armageddon
But they’re stacked like dirty plates
Aren’t we all?

The end is nigh
But the air is better
And the streets are paved with fucking gold bones

Let’s all say
La la, lala la, la la la la
La la, lala la, la la la la
We can wait it out
Like a teapot in the clouds
Passing all our time with
La la, lala la, la la la la

When the ending comes
It’ll be attractive
Everyone will love her
And we’ll put her on tv
When the ending comes
It will look familiar
The future’s doppelganger
With a bitter aftertaste
When the ending comes
Everyone will buy one
Give it to their children
Obliviously slain
Aren’t we all?

The end is nigh
But the air is better
And the streets are paved with fucking gold bones

La la, lala la, la la la la
La la, lala la, la la la la