Blackbird sitting on a telephone pole Looking for a place to fly There's a young man Sitting in a puddle of mud Preparing himself to die The wheels are turning And the fires are burning And the smoke's getting in our eyes All going down together Got to do Got to do Got to do What your Mother says Some talking bad Some talking good Some talking if they should Most haven't got the time And but then they might And most don't even if they could All going down together All going down together Won't be any glory When they talking about the story How it happened once upon a time Back in the days of the nuclear age Start of a nursery rhyme Talking about the kings with the ruby rings And how it happened long time ago Why don't you look at the skies and philophies And we won't be here to know And we're all going down together All going down together.