This might be the final year to find them here Looking down At what got made and who gets paid to volunteer To tear it down Lying straight and low under the grey star Need to know, need to know which way to go. Deep inside the Giant's mind A thought got up: "It is here." Sifting through the blowback strewn in front of him Drinking beer Lying straight and low under the grey star Need to know, need to know no sense at all. Need to know, need to know no sense at all. Need to know, need to know no sense at all. Need to know, need to know no sense at all.?