Yacht Beam Me Up
High above the clouds somewhere The cold of space spreads thin We endeavor to look out But they are looking in
No man is an island and no planet is in turn And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn
The future is a poem 'Cause it doesn't yet exist We don't know if we reach out To tentacle or fist
No man is an island and no planet is in turn And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn Watch it burn, watch it burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn! burn!
B-b-b-beam me up B-b-b-beam me up B-b-b-beam me up B-b-b-beam me up
There are nights that I burn out I drink deep from my cup I look all around me And think, "Oh god, beam me up!"
No man is an island and no planet is in turn And in six million years we'll stand together and watch it burn
B-b-b-beam me up B-b-b-beam me up B-b-b-beam me up B-b-b-beam me up
Please beam me uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup