Джим Моррисон
и
The Doors

Человеческая раса потихоньку вымерла,

Не осталось никого, кто мог бы вопить и орать.

Люди, разгуливающие по луне,

Смог скоро сожрет и вас.

Everyone was hangin' out,

Hangin' up and hangin' down.

Hangin' in and holdin' fast,

Hope our little world will last.



Yeah, along came Mister Goodtrips,

Looking for a new ship.

A-come on, people, better climb on board.

A-come on, baby, now we're going home.

Ship of fools, ship of fools.



The human race was dying out,

No one left to scream and shout.

People walking on the moon,

Smog gonna get you pretty soon.



Ship of fools, ship of fools,

Ship of fools, ship of fools,

Ship of fools, ship of fools, ship of fools.



Yeah, climb on board now.

Ship's gonna leave ya' far, far behind.

A-gotta climb on board, yeah.

Ship of fools, ship of fools,

Ship of fools...