Percussion: Elliott Herrin and Patrick Summey
Guitar, bass, keyboards and vocals: Patrick Summey

Look to the sky, What do you see?
A brave new world, or Plymouth 2?
The natives staring back at you
Reflected in his Lunar Sea/Lunacy
Yeah, yeah...

The Great Migration is coming soon
Your mayor will not help you here
He won you over by your fears
You thought he quelled your prophecies of DOOM!
But he acted way too nice,
And soon you realize,
He's kind of a moron...

The four horsemen just sent me some hate mail on MySpace, and I think they mean business.
I called my local Roosevelt and asked him if he could bump up the space program while he was out,
you know, but he just smiled and pointed towards Birmingham, like I know what the hell that means,
because I do know. and I care. so send them up with me! I'm building a shuttle, and I found a nice wet
area on the south side of Titan, cause the space jesus visita'd me in my dreams! I'm going up anyways,
you can keep this steaming pile of ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-civilization!

It's like a time bomb ticking,
And you don't know where to stick it, baby
Maybe you could toss it down the street
And you could save the world
For a day
But you'll pay
When you're old and you're gray,
And the shockwave throws you to the citizen's feet

we'll start it over again
we'll start it over again

I walk through the jungle but there is no sound
I gaze as the full moon turns to plasma
And as I clutch the soggy ground
I am alone with the outcasts of Birmingham