The Burning Hell - Old World Lyrics

I remember back when I was in the womb|It felt like I was the first baby on the moon|Blood cells were the stars and the placenta was the earth|and I had amniotic fluid as my space food||and I made all kinds of plans for when I got out|the things I would do the things I'd talk about (when I learned to talk)|and for when I learned to walk I planned the places I would go to|like new Brunswick and the mall and the Toronto zoo.||And from the uterus I planned out the world I would create|I'd ride a scooter or a bus and I would go on dates|And in the evenings I'd stay in and concentrate|On drafting plans for my own benevolent state||Yes I wanted to see that new world|That big brown black green and blue world|I was getting bored with the small old world I was in|I wanted to make that new world||My world would be a place where everyone would play saxophones|But never soprano saxophones just tenors and baritones|And once in a trumpet and a rusty old French horn|Would play a solo and make us shake our little bones||I was an ambitious little unborn child|When the doctor did the ultrasound I winked and I smiled|Then I just relaxed and laid back for a while|I was patient cause that was kind of my style||But to be honest I was looking forward to getting out of there|And doing things like growing teeth and a bit of hair|But I was also thinking that the whole birth thing was unfair|Cause it would be over so quickly after so much time to prepare||And then I was finally born into the disease of the world|And so were thousands of other little boys and girls|And we shook our little fists at the sky and cried and hurled our insults|and our anger and took our flags and banners and unfurled them and they said:||'Take us back to the old world!|We don't want this ugly new world!|We were much happier back then, and we want back in,|Take us back to the old world!'|