A Grand Scene For A Color Film

SIT DOWN!
Return to sender, I’ve fallen off the hint of suggestion
Unlearning the strange devices of the world
It’s the end of the earth or something like it, like it
The great universal coma has arrived
We are holding our hands towards the sun
Sit down, come on sit down. Let’s break out the shotguns, we’re
Going to town
Return to sender, carried straight from the womb to the grave
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness
All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts
Of this, the Great Manipulator!
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun
Has become empty and automatic
Sit down, sit down, come on sit down
Let’s break out the shotguns, we’re going to town
Let’s break out the shotguns, we’re going to town!
You’ve given us user friendly grenades! Just what are you trying to say?
Just what are you trying to say? Just what are you trying to say?
Just what are you trying to say? Just what are you trying to say?
Just what are you trying to say? Just what are you trying to say?
Just what are you trying to say? Just what are you trying to say?
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun
Has become empty and automatic
Sit down, sit down, come on sit down
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun
Has become empty and automatic
Sit down, sit down, come on sit down
Let’s break out the shotguns, we’re going to town!