Have you faith in fate

Asked the man on the note

That he'd written

Forty times or more

He drew the line on the sand

Then the tide, it came

And he drowned like a flower

In the moor

His revolution was televised

But no one tuned in

And there will be

No elegy for his dreams

He'll just take it all in stride

As the world keeps spinning 'round

Hey mister, you're a crashing satellite

You're so pretty when you smile

You ought to do it more often

Heard the woman

Sixty times, give or take

Down her childhood street

Down the battlefield

In a reverie

She carries on

As she burns at the stake

Her revolution was televised

But no one tuned in

And there will be

No elegy for her dreams

She'll just take it all in stride

As the world keeps spinning 'round

Hey lady, you're a crashing satellite

And it bothered them

To be bothered by

The intrusive thoughts

Of the fading light

Their mortality

Their simplicity

Their allegiance to

Corporate overlords

Does it bother you

That all things shall pass

As your bones make room

For the living dead

And your legacy

Productivity

Your complacency

With the ruling class

And there will be

No elegy for our dreams

We'll just take it all in stride

As the world keeps spinning 'round

My friends, we are crashing satellites