Hey, come with me run away
I'll be the clouds you be the rain
Hey, we'll find another way
I'll help take away all your pain

Most people have most things these days

Hey, today's a brand new day
Bubbles in bottles to celebrate
Hey, we fell off all the rails
North wind taken away our sails

Most people have most things these days

They think it's all apocolips

Hey, seen a personal eclipse
Silhouette sister or a witch
They think it's all apocolips
Turn it off, flick of a switch

Most people have most things these days

Flowers by the roadside is all that is left
You can fill your hands, fill your pockets before your last breath
Clap your hands get on your knees in a dead man's shoes
Only one thing's for certain, that you can't choose

Most people have most things these days

Flowers by the roadside is all that is left
You can fill your hands, fill your pockets before your last breath
Clap your hands get on your knees in a dead man's shoes
Only one thing's for certain, that you can't choose

They think it's all apocolips