Hurrah i awake from yesterday  alive but the war is here to stay  so my love catherina and me  decide to take our last walk  through the noise to the sea  not to die but to be re-born  away from a life so battered and torn....  forever...  oh say can you see its really such a mess  every inch of earth is a fighting nest  giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things  continue to rain and cause screaming pain  and the arctic stains  from silver blue to bloody red  as our feet find the sand  and the sea is strait ahead..  strait ahead.....  well its too bad   that our friends   cant be with us today  well thats too bad  "the machine   that we built   would never save us"  thats what they say  (thats why they aint coming with us today)  and they also said  "its impossible for man  to live and breath underwater..  forever" was their main complaint  (yeah)   and they also threw this in my face:  they said  anyway  you know good well  it would be beyond the will of God  and the grace of the King  (grace of the King yeah yeah)    so my darling and I  make love in the sand  to salute the last moment   ever on dry land  our machine has done its work  played its part well  without a scratch on our bodies  and we bid it farewell    starfish and giant foams   greet us with a smile  before our heads go under  we take a last look  at the killing noise   of the out of style...  the out of style, out of style