Prelude (The Family Trip) — текст песни (Marilyn Manson)

There`s noearthly way of knowing which direction we are going
There`s no knowing where we`re rowing or which way the river`sflowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a spec of light is showing so the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
YES!!!
The danger must be growing
for the rowers keep on rowing
and they`re certainly not showing
any signs that they are slowing!!!
Stop the boat