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

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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
Watch the smoke on the breeze of the 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
Yes all history
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Yes all history

Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na