I was awakened on an igloo floating away
in the middle of the night
We had to pack it up and head
north to find more ice
in the middle of the night
Well we finally found more ice
and cut 'em out again just right
And then we built our little ice house
so that we could have a sleep
along a winter's cold long night
  
We're on a rolling ball of fire
that eventually is gonna burn out
Someday a memory somewhere
on an ash that's just floating about
It makes it interesting to try and understand
If there ever was a one perfect plan
Because there ain't nobody perfect
that's for certain
except maybe that old uncle sam
  
We're on a rolling ball of fire
that generates its old-tyme
'Lectricity
There ain't nothin' we can't figure out
'cept senseless killing
****** for oil and greed
And we're almost to the teens
we'll be paying more
than we'd ever think
But in the end we're just a
rolling ball of fire
that's turning into ice once more again