Prelude (The Family Trip) - Marilyn Manson

There’s no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There’s no knowing where we’re rowing

Or which way the river’s flowing

Is it raining?

Is it snowing?

Is a hurricane a blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Are the fires of Hell glowing?

Is the grisly reaper moving?

YES!

The danger must be growing.

For the rowers keep on rowing (Faster! Faster!)

And they’re certainly not showing (Faster! Faster!)

Any signs that they are slowing (Faster! Faster!)

Stop the boat.

Prelude (The Family Trip)

There’s no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There’s no knowing where we’re going

Or which way the wind is blowing

Is it raining?

Is it snowing?

Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Oh, the fires of hell are glowing

Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes!

The danger must be growing (Faster! Faster!)

For the rowers keep on rowing (Faster! Faster!)

And they’re certainly not showing (Faster! Faster!)

Any signs that they are slowing (Faster! Faster!)

Stop the boat.