The human race was dyin' out No one left to scream and shout People walking on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon

Everyone was hanging out Hanging up and hanging down Hanging in and holding fast Hope our little world will last

Yeah, along came Mr. Goodtrips Looking for a new a ship Come on, people better climb on board Come on, baby, now we're going home Ship of fools, ship of fools

-The Doors