Last Rites of Spring Coil

We are children
We are children
We are children
We are children of the dark sun
We are children
We are children
We are children of the black sun

We are children
We are children of the black sun
We are born
We are born
We are born under a black sun
We are children
We are children

And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space
And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space

Are we going in space?
Are we going in space?

And William Burroughs is hallucinating in space
The animal's saliva will survive
And the animal's saliva will survive
And the animal's saliva will survive
And the animal's saliva will survive
And as a human race
We are going deranged
We can be arranged
And the animal's saliva will survive