Where do we go, my blue-white sun
We're going out with everyone
Who's buying, utopia
We go a long, long way, crackin' up the mission
Spending all our wages, going out of fashion
Who's buying, utopia
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na
It's such a long, long way, wishing and a hoping
Long hard days, of guessing and ignoring
Let's kill it, oblivion
Every minute, minute by minute
A hissing, fizzing atmosphere
This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it
Oh here comes history
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Kiss of history
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na
Hey, hypnist, we're smoking till we burn out
Take it to the limit, oh, baby, it's our business
So let's dance to the sound of our time running out
Or watch the smoke on the breeze of rising seas
Going down, down, down, around 'round, 'round
'Cause we're so history
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Kiss of history
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na