1983... (A Merman I Should Turn to Be)

Hurrah, I awake from yesterday

Alive, but the war is here to stay

So my love, Catherina and me,

decide to take our last walk

through the noise to the sea

Not to die but to reborn,

away from lands so battered and torn

Forever,

forever

Oh say, can you see it's really such a mess

Every inch of Earth is a fighting nest

Giant pencil and lipstick tube shaped things,

Continue to rain and cause screaming pain

And the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red

as our feet find the sand,

and the sea is straight ahead,

straight up ahead

Well it's too bad that our friends,

can't be with us today

Well it's too bad

The machine, that we built,

would never save us', that's what they say

(That's why they ain't coming with us today)

And they also said it's impossible

for a man to live and breathe under water,

forever, was their main complaint

And they also threw this in my face, they said:

Anyway, you know good and well

it would be beyond the will of God,

and the grace of the King

(grace of the King)

(Yeah, yeah)

So my darling and I make love in the sand,

to salute the last moment ever on dry land

Our machine, it has done its work, played its part well

Without a scratch on our bodies and we bid it farewell

Starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile

Before our heads go under we take a last look at the killing noise

Of the out of style,

the out of style,

out of style (oooh)...