Beam Me Up

High above the clouds somewhere

The cold of space spreads thin

We endeavor to look out

But they are looking in

No man is an island and no planet is in turn

And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn

The future is a poem

'Cause it doesn't yet exist

We don't know if we reach out

To tentacle or fist

No man is an island and no planet is in turn

And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn

Watch it burn, watch it burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

B-b-b-beam me up

B-b-b-beam me up

B-b-b-beam me up

B-b-b-beam me up

There are nights that I burn out

I drink deep from my cup

I look all around me

And think, "Oh God, beam me up"

No man is an island and no planet is in turn

And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn

B-b-b-beam me up

B-b-b-beam me up

B-b-b-beam me up

B-b-b-beam me up

Please beam me up