Made it over the hill, got to the grass on the greener side,
Came down from Mount Sinai, parted the Red Sea,
Got that gold from El Dorado, got my ship to Atlantis,
Opposite of ’84, we made it, made it to Utopia,

Plato told us about this Republic, ancient, buildin’ in Old Arcadia,
In an Eden where Eve never ate that apple,
Looking backward, wonderin' if Gloriana would’ve been a better way,
Looking for alternatives, wanderin’ through Peach Blossom Spring,

Is the work ever done? At the doorsteps of Schlaraffenland,
Peekin’ over the hedges at the Land of Cockaigne,
Is the work ever done? Do we get the rest we’re told of?
Sittin’ in Salomon’s House readin books, plottin’ a way out,


Is the work ever done? At the doorsteps of Schlaraffenland,
Peekin’ over the hedges at the Land of Cockaigne,
Is the work ever done? Do we get the rest we’re told of?
Sittin’ in Salomon’s House readin books, plottin’ a way out,

‘Cause it seems that dreams are just that,
Illusions to be thought up of, and to not act, (on)
We’re attempting to get our news from Nowhere,
Pilgrimage to Jerusalem, got problems and no solutions,

I’m setting sail, searchin’ for my Islandia,
The modern utopia, it’ll be waterfalls, cannabis and fancy cars,
I think I’d prefer Ecotopia, more on par with my desire,
I don’t really know though, I just know most these hopes just spiral,

Got the graveyard shit in heaven, workin’ all night again,
God in the iMessages, tellin’ ya messed up orders again,
No rest for the wicked and certainly none for the angels,
Is the work ever done? Is the work ever done?

Oh no no no, son, this infinite, everlastin’, never stoppin’, always workin’,
Always growin’, always dyin’, always goin’, always goin’, always goin’, we’re Superbloomin’,