Old World - The Burning Hell

I remember back when I was in the womb

It felt like I was the first baby on the moon

Blood cells were the stars and the placenta was the earth

and I had amniotic fluid as my space food

and I made all kinds of plans for when I got out

the things I would do the things I’d talk about (when I learned to talk)

and for when I learned to walk I planned the places I would go to

like new Brunswick and the mall and the Toronto zoo.

And from the uterus I planned out the world I would create

I’d ride a scooter or a bus and I would go on dates

And in the evenings I’d stay in and concentrate

On drafting plans for my own benevolent state

Yes I wanted to see that new world

That big brown black green and blue world

I was getting bored with the small old world I was in

I wanted to make that new world

My world would be a place where everyone would play saxophones

But never soprano saxophones just tenors and baritones

And once in a trumpet and a rusty old French horn

Would play a solo and make us shake our little bones

I was an ambitious little unborn child

When the doctor did the ultrasound I winked and I smiled

Then I just relaxed and laid back for a while

I was patient cause that was kind of my style

But to be honest I was looking forward to getting out of there

And doing things like growing teeth and a bit of hair

But I was also thinking that the whole birth thing was unfair

Cause it would be over so quickly after so much time to prepare

And then I was finally born into the disease of the world

And so were thousands of other little boys and girls

And we shook our little fists at the sky and cried and hurled our insults

and our anger and took our flags and banners and unfurled them and they said:

«Take us back to the old world!

We don’t want this ugly new world!

We were much happier back then, and we want back in,

Take us back to the old world!»