4049669 by Retconned Lyrics

911
Busy call back later
Run across the upper layer
Don’t look through the cracks in the floor
You’re tied to the rotting supports

Fire, the sun, ashes – here we come

Broken windows
Furloughed workers
Sitting on our rotting porches
Rock the baby, tell our stories
The things we saw when we were tourists

Fire, the sun, ashes – here we come

And my
Back in the day speech
Will go undelivered
The future is for
Alien tongues
With no interest in our pidgin
Fire, the sun, ashes – here we come