Step into the atmosphere
One foot at a time
The natives speak Swahili
Backwards through their minds
So that no one understands
The universal language, it's a rhythm
So I tap my feet to my own shit
Who needs an audience?

Let's toast to this planet
Beautiful and backward
And while I don't sing the national anthem
I know the words to the song
And silently
I pray that it's enough to hold me over