As the plane goes down, and the puppies drown,
Journalists seek Jesus for a comment on the storm.
On the radio, I sit and listen to the government man,
Making pretty speeches while the population screams, “Give us more!”
Like a snow white pearl, like a giggle from a corporate girl,
It's what we really wanted, that we trade away for what we want right now.
On the radio, come and listen to the government man,
Making pious speeches while the population burns. Saying, “Give us more!”
CHORUS:
Come down. Come find me. Come remedy, come remind me,
We are, we are… We are almost human.
Come down. Come find me… sweet remedy.
We are, we are… We are almost human.
We are almost human.
We are almost human.
Almost.
