Prospekt's March/Poppyfields

Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yetPeople talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt, how could I forgetDrums, here it comes
Don't you wish your life could be as simple
As fish swimming around in a barrel
When you've got the gun?Oh, and I run, here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get the other kind of control
But I wasn't one