| Now you’re out of the picture | 
| And the picture off the wall | 
| And the walls are gone from the temple | 
| And the temple’s gonna fall | 
| And the fall surrenders to winter | 
| And the winter lays waste to the land | 
| And the land sinks deep into nothing | 
| And it’s nothing we can understand | 
| But somehow the tigers came back from the dead | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| And somehow the century was all in your head | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| When I heard all the spirit was a million to one | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| But from the mountain top I took down the sun | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| And they paint you back into the picture | 
| And the picture goes viral online | 
| In a world where a virus is really the world | 
| Where burning dogs laugh «This is fine.» | 
| So be the red hot miracle among cosmonauts | 
| Be the haunting of the launching pad | 
| Finally, finally it’s here | 
| Your excuse to go permanently mad | 
| So grab the biggest rock you can find | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| And go pulping the century of your mind | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| And scream I am absolute zero | 
| Yes I am absolute zero | 
| Scream I am absolute zero | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| And I celebrate | 
| Democracy is slightly immortal | 
| So we can take a little risk | 
| And this’ll do wonders for business | 
| Said the snake charmer to the basilisk | 
| Now I am out of the picture | 
| That was worth a thousand words | 
| Where there once wept a thousand people | 
| There now fly a thousand birds | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| Hurrah hurrah hurrah | 
| Come on, Celebrate |