1983...(A Merman I Should Turn to Be)

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