step outside dodge the muggers and the stabbers like landmines the critics eyes the divebombing drunks they ve been drinking themselves blind they re all illusions made of sand we will fear no man not even the machete gangs you want to feel bad but you won t we re not sorry we want to feel bad but we don t we re not sorry we re not sorry we re on our way up up up and away up up up and away terminals of preachers gunslingers and leeches kamikaze feral cats psychos wielding baseball bats they re all illusions made of sand we will fear no man not even the machete gangs up up up and away up up up and away up up up and away up up up and away you want to feel bad but you won t we re not sorry we want to feel bad but we don t we re not sorry we re not sorry we re on our way up up up and away up up up and away up up up and away up up up and away up up up and away into the atmosphere far away from human fear up up up and away up up up and away up up up and away up up up and away