Someday soon, someday soon

Familiar freaks will fill your living room

Rugs lash out with their lizard tongues, you're not getting young

You're not getting young

And I hate to remind you but you're going to die

All by yourself in the infancy's lie

Someday soon, someday soon

Television bleeding like a harvest moon

Flush the scissors down the hole, you're getting old

You're getting old

And I hate to remind you but you're going to die

And you're going to be needing all of your lies

You'll be all alone when the cannibal's cry

All by yourself in the infancy's lie

Someday soon, someday soon

Someday soon, someday soon