Frankie died just the other night Some say it was suicide But we know how the story goes With his six string knife and his streetwise pride The boy was a man before his time And she knew all their dreams would come true But you see, Frankie was fast, he was too fast to know He wouldn't go slow until his lethal dose And she knows he'll finally come too close Well, on with the show, going on with the show Come on, baby, no, no, no Oh my, my, my, my, my, my Well, on with the show, going on with the show Come on, baby, no, no, no Oh my, my, my, my, my, my He was bad, he was never good But one thing that he understood And she knew all those lies would come true The time has come and he paid his dues Suzy finally got the news She always knew this day would come soon Well, on with the show, going on with the show Come on, baby, no, no, no Oh my, my, my, my, my, my Well, on with the show, going on with the show Come on, baby, no, no, no Oh my, my, my, my, my, my He was stopped on a dime with a switchblade knife Some damn punk went and took Frankie's life And she knew she'd have to pull through Broken down with his broken dreams With a wink of an eye, said Suzy, "Listen to me You must go on with the show" Go on with the show, going on with the show Come on, baby, no, no, no Oh my, my, my, my, my, my Go on with the show, going on with the show Come on, baby, no, no, no Oh my, my, my, my, my, my Well, on with the show, going on with the show Come on, baby, no, no, no Oh my, my, my, my, my, my Ooh, baby

I just can't seem to take much more of this Got too much hassle, baby and not enough bliss Got to give these hangers on a miss 'Cause I need some help, I just don't get No one seems to understand what's up, what's up What's up, so called friends come and go and things Just don't add up, trying to make my way through All this illusion and myth, I don't even have no safety net Nero fiddled while Rome burnt Napoleon met his Waterloo Samson went spare when Delilah cut his hair But little David slew Goliath too, oh yeah I'm just trying to get some results Listen baby, I'm not trying to start my own cult Please, tell me something that I don't know I just wanna get on with the show Nero fiddled while Rome burnt Napoleon met his Waterloo Samson went spare when Delilah cut his hair But little David slew Goliath too You'd think some program might do the trick Let me tell you, this wall of fog is just too thick I thought of everything but the whip But baby, nobody on my ship is up to it I'm just trying to get some results, some results I'm not trying to start my own cult No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Just tell me something that I don't know I just wanna get on with the show Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta I just wanna get on with the show Baby, baby, baby, baby Just tell me something that I don't know I just wanna get on with the show It is better don't wait than let her go Give a luck, give a luck, give a luck, give a luck Give a luck, give a luck, give a luck, give a luck Give a luck, give a luck, give a luck, give a luck Give a luck, give a luck, give a luck, give a luck

1.) Four Point Six Archaean horizon The first sunrise On a pristine Gaea Opus perfectum Somewhere there, us sleeping After sleeping through a hundred million centuries We have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet Sparkling with color, bountiful with life Within decades we must close our eyes again Isn't it a noble An enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun To work on understanding the universe And how we have come to wake up in it? 2.) Life The cosmic law of gravity Pulled the newborns around a fire A careless, cold infinity in every vast direction Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter LUCA The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth Ion channels welcoming the outside world To the stuff of stars Bedding the tree of a biological holy Enter life The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth We are here to care for the garden The wonder of birth Of every form most beautiful Every form most beautiful We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth 3.) The Toolmaker After a billion years The show is still here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past Atavistic dread of the hunted Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought The architecture of understanding The human lust to feel so exceptional To rule the Earth Hunger for shiny rocks For giant mushroom clouds The will to do just as you'd be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter Ratkind Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library We were here! We were here! We were here! We were here! 4.) The Understanding We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones Most people are never going to die Because they are never going to be born The potential people who could have been here in my place But who will in fact never see the light of day Outnumber the sand grains of Sahara Certainly those unborn ghosts include Greater poets than Keats Scientists greater than Newton We know this Because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA So massively exceeds the set of actual people In the teeth of these stupefying odds It is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here We privileged few Who won the lottery of birth against all odds How dare we whine at our inevitable return To that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? 5.) Sea-Worn Driftwood There is grandeur in this view of life With its several powers Having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one And that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on According to the fixed law of gravity From so simple a beginning Endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been And are being, evolved

I'm waiting on the countdown Sitting in the shade Things about to turn around How the madness fades Oh, I've been waiting on the countdown Things about to turn around And now I'm out of the lost and found Just waiting on the countdown Right through your fingers Time slips away Oh, this feeling lingers Right here I'm going to stay I've been waiting on the countdown Things about to turn around And now I'm out of the lost and found Just waiting on the countdown So I'm sitting in the shade Under the dreaming tree Now the madness fades Right here I'm going to be Oh, I've been waiting on the countdown Things about to turn around And now I'm out of the lost and found Just waiting on the countdown