my my (bad fruit)         All the waterfalls kick up the mist and lay the haze   on some little island off the coast of un muy hermoso bay   And the Mexicans married the box and Remedios   Tragically, she ended after an apocalyptic dose      My my, oh you sad, sad satellite   Godspeed rotten apple of my eye   Bad fruit, you're a waste of space in the jar   My my, can't you say goodbye?      All the clouds came down, dressed up in heat lightning and slacks   They filed in the ampitheater bantering in social packs   And the maestro (the conductor) frowned, noting the audience all adults   suddenly conducted a symphony of a billion volts      My my, oh you sad, sad satellite   Godspeed rotten apple of my eye   Bad fruit, you're a waste of space in the jar   My my, can't you say goodbye?      Every window crashed, shattered down from every skyscraper   within the city limits.   Oh, what a day. Oh, what a din it's been.   And the office ogres all turned to granite   as the unfiltered sunlight hit them for the first time ever   and the last time.      So we wait for day to come   but the sun won't show it's face   and our bodies grow indistinct   til we all just fade away.