Prelude (The Family Trip) - Marilyn Manson

There's no earthly way of knowing 
Which direction we are going 
There's no knowing where we're going 
Or which way the wind is blowing 
Is it raining? Is it snowing 
Is a hurricane a-blowing 
Not a speck of light is showing 
So the danger must be growing 
Oh, the fires of hell are glowing 
Is the grisly reaper mowing 
Yes! The danger must be growing 
For the rowers keep on rowing 
And they're certainly not showing 
Any signs that they are slowing! 
Stop the boat!