I can almost smell the burning It's all overloading The plot goes in circles and the Characters are possessed Deirdre throws a trifle across the room Richard drives in a river screaming 'I love you' Small trifles coalesce Into one big mess And it's fucked up There's people having weddings and wakes On a spinning rock in space Well who'da thunk it uh Creatures pumping hot blood On a floating ball of mud Well what about that uh Well how about that uh It's an absurd show Should've ended long ago But the new seasons keep on coming A jig and a dirge Fight each other to be heard A big song-and-dance over nothing It's sand that blows away There's people having weddings and wakes On a spinning rock in space Well who'da thunk it uh Creatures pumping hot blood On a floating ball of mud Well what about that uh Well how about that uh There's people having weddings and wakes On a spinning rock in space Well who'da thunk it uh Creatures pumping hot blood On a floating ball of mud Well what about that uh Well how about that uh Well how about that uh