Here's a true story   Said someone to me yesterday   Said he'd heard it in a taxi      Must have had him at my mercy   Drown that poor thing, put it out of its misery   Condemn it to its future   Deny its history, deny its history      So where are we going?   We're not ready for drowning   So where are we going?   We're not ready for drowning      Look through my venetian blinds   Dusting the past off of my mind   Seeing orange everywhere      I'd go to Patagonia but it's harder there   I'll do anything to prove I care   Fascinated by good, destroyed by evil   What is there to believe in?      So where are we going?   We're not ready for drowning   So where are we going?   We're not ready for drowning      I will bring the whole edifice down   On their unworthy heads      So where are we going?   We're not ready for drowning   So where are we going?   We are not waving we're drowning