Manson, Marilyn Prelude (The Family Trip) Lyrics

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 spec of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
All the fires of hell a glowing
Is the grizzly Reaper mowing?
YES (faster)
The danger must be growing (faster)
For the rowers keep on rowing (faster)
And they're certainly not showing (faster faster)
Any signs that they are (faster faster faster)
SLOWING

Stop the boat