And every scene is seen as obscene The spoken word should never be heard And every nude is soon subdued And every thought should end in nought (Repeat) We're pushing up daisies we're falling apart Their armies are marching we're playing the part The scissors are coming to cut out your heart The sensors are pointing before you can start The armies are marching The sensors are coming An end or beginning Depend whose defending Depend on whose listening Depend on whose defending Depend on whose listening We're pushing up daisies we're falling apart Their armies are marching we're playing the part The scissors are coming to cut out your heart The sensors are pointing before you can start We're pushing up daisies we're falling apart Their armies are marching we're playing the part The scissors are coming to cut out your heart The sensors are pointing before you can start