Полный текст песни Prelude (The Family Trip) - Marilyn Manson

(this is some shit off the Willie Wonka movie, in some parts you can't really hear what he says but this is what it sounds like)
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a spec of light is showing so the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
YES!!!
The danger must be growing
for the rowers keep on rowing
and they're certainly not showing