(originally by Lullaby for the Working Class)
I dreamt I was an astronaut
Safely orbiting the womb
I came across my wife and baby
Already clinging to this singularity
Dear wife, please forgive me
If I sometimes forget what
Blessings I should be rejoicing
The prophet is a shipwrecked son
Keeps waking up here
The kingdom still is a hoax
Gotta build your own, son
The prophet is a shipwrecked son
Keeps waking up here
The kingdom still is a hoax
Gotta build your own, son
I dreamt I was a firefighter
But the flames were never real
I dreamt I was an engineer
I designed it, dear
The world's perfect treadmill
I dreamt I was a hypnotist
A farmer and an architect
A poet and an acrobat
I dreamt the flames were real
The prophet is a shipwrecked son
Keeps waking up here
The kingdom still is a hoax
Gotta build your own, son
The prophet is a shipwrecked son
Keeps waking up here
The kingdom still is a hoax
Gotta build your own, son
I dreamt I was an astronaut
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