The ship has left its advent cove
Looking for an age of old
And land where moms keep their kids
It's always close, but carefully hid
Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better!
We're not raiders; we're generators!
The Venture's fate remains unknown,
But we know those bulwarks hold
As long as we don't mutiny,
But watch with cheerful scrutiny
Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better!
We're not raiders; we're generators!
Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better!
'Cause we're not raiders; we're generators!
If you only use the natural
You'll quickly find you'll lose
Your soul to loneliness and infinite unknowns;
But if you only use the spiritual,
You'll quickly lose the rational
Cascading to the barrel riders groins.
These words, they are a mystery
They signify the history
Of man and all his manufactured wars.
They strike you at your innermost
They'll turn you into ghosts
That wander during family getaways.
Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better!
We're not raiders; we're generators!
Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better!
We're not raiders; we're generators!
Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better!
We're not raiders; we're generators!
Oh, Dawntreader! Make us better!
We're not raiders; we're generators!
