Joey the Canary - The Legendary Pink Dots

Tossed and scrambled in a cage some sixteen miles below.

I attempted sending

codes, but only ghosts reply, and it’s cramped in here.

Though the

freezer’s packed with a hundred crates of beer, it won’t wash away my tears, my fear.

Considered writing novels.

I thought hard about this

career, solved a dozen famous mysteries, but still I can’t be clear if there is anybody up there, perhaps it’s been a year.

Is there still

anybody up there?

No fear.

Is there anybody up there, was you ever

there at all?(x4)