30 Oct 1995
Here comes the revolution
There goes the revolution
Dad says it was just noise pollution
I'm inclined to agree

Last train to Babylon
Headin' out into the dawn
The tracks run off a cliff
You didn't hear it from me

Does God wear flares and a fro?
Wouldn't you like to know?

Will the world come wrapped in a bow?
Wouldn't you like to know?

So glad you made it to the show