2003ub313 - Nicollet Island Lyrics

Desperate times will always call for desperate means - but this is the worst I've seen
Come take a trip with me up the mighty Mississippi to Nicollet Island
Go ahead, take a look around and report back what you've found
Leave no cobblestone unturned in this silent old ghost town
It appears to me that this pretty scene is really just a lie
I think we're in for a surprise - I think there's more than meets the eye

Kick the can, ghost in the graveyard, Annie Annie Annie I over
All these things should be going on
While uncle Bob is out firing up the grill and aunty Sue cleans up the patio
And cousin Kip is stuck mowing the lawn
So where are all the people? They're gathered underground
Go back past old man Joseph's tool shed and take a look around
Just push aside the brush pile and tiptoe down the stairs
And let your eyes adjust to flickering lights, your lungs to musty air

And tune your ears to hear, in the eerie silence, a low and distant hum
Accompanied by the pop and hiss of capacitors that slowly charge
And the release like the firing of a gun
The brightest and the best are all at CERN but rest assured
The second best are here
Standing by to power up and throw the switch and pull the plug
And watch all you know suddenly disappear

There's a fine line between madness and genius
There's a fine, fine line between terror and science
And they say they can build a particle accelerator
And they say they can make a black hole
And they say if they don't get a ransom for every single one of us
Then they say it'll swallow up the world
It's pretty simple, all they've got to do
Is isolate and antiproton and a proton in a tube
And then accelerate until they reach some near luminal speed
And then collide to create a singularity