Prospekt's March/Poppyfields
Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn′t matter to them yet
People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt, how could I forget?
Drums, here it comes
don′t you wish that life can be as simple
As fish swimming round in a barrel?
When you′ve got the gun
Oh when I run, here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get to any kind of control
But I wasn′t one
Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
Here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don′t wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky