Music : Damon Albarn/Joseph Talbot
Being there
'Cause the being denotes the unknown, the spiritual, the alien
  
Who am I?
  
Are you happy with your housing?
Are you climbing up the walls?
Are you deafened by the headlights
Or does your head not hear at all?
Are you pacified by passion?
Are you armed to the teeth?
Are you bubbling at the surface
Of what's cooking underneath?
Are you dying for an answer
For what they call good grief?
But there's a terrific chance there's nothing
Beyond what you believe
  
Oh, don't you say that you think that I'm in glory
Oh, don't you say that you think I'm going to get no glory
Running to the exit with a huge grin on my face
Screaming hope is behind and I wanna get high
  
I went to the liquor store
And they took all my money
I stared into the mirror there
And begged the man to love me
Do you love your blessed father?
Anointed by fear of death
Do you feel the lies creep on by
As soft as baby's breath?
Do you beg that truth will set you free?
Unshackled by the keys
Well, if I was you, I'd stay strapped in
'Cause all you got is me
  
Oh, don't you say that you think that I'm in glory
Oh, don't you say that you think I'm going to get no glory
Running to the exit with a huge grin on my face
Screaming hope is behind and I wanna get high