There is always someplace safer than the playground
So let's walk to our private beach at night
We could always roll these drums down the sand dunes
Into the surf and continue to think that they're safe, sealed up tight,
  up tight
CHORUS
I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong
Family tree is burning to heat my house a little longer
Bobbing up and down in the waves with the moonbeams
They shine like turtles' backs in bleach and I
I hope that they'll be sinking soon under the seaweed
'Cause inside the atoms are moving and helping the fish grow extra eyes
CHORUS
Now that all the poison's taken off our red hands
It's percolating in the deep blue dump
We'll be counting pay cheques, with all the zeros
Mother of nature has gone to the doc for a test, she's found a lump
CHORUS
We'll move to the planets where we don't belong
Family tree is buring the rocket's waining on the lawn
The rocket's waiting on the lawn