Who's going to live in all those cities under ground? If they move there will they ever come out, of the ground?
Are they going to raise the children in tiny caverns in the ground? Send the children out to play in the sound they have found? Fa fa fa fa fa fazon fazon fazon
Who's going to be the ones who live beneath the sea? All their lives, a thousand feet beneath the sea? Ocean Mother tells her baby "used to be a lighter place." If he's a good baby maybe might feel the sun on his face someday. Fa fa fa fa fa fazon fazon fazon
Who's going to go, on all those trips in outer space? All their lives in the dark of outer space. After a hundred generations a billion miles from the sun all these spaced out people finally find another one. And they say: Fa fa fa fa fa fazon fazon fazon