Francis in the bathroom
Taylor's in the kitchen
Estella's in the garden
And Bono's out to sea
I wake up in the morning
Go back to sleep at night
I dream of being a baller
On a pitch of infinite ice
Ah ah ah ah
FC Antarctica
I score a goal
On infinite ice
Ah ah ah ah
I score a goal
I win the cup
On Infinite Ice
I'm on the football team
With penguins and researcher
On infinite ice
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
On a pitch of infinite ice
I'm the garbage pile of empire
And I'm wracked with indecision
So make indecision sacred
I collapse space so abates me
I don't know what I'm gonna do now
But I know where to lay my head
I hear the telephone is ringing
It's calling infinite times
Ah ah ah ah
FC Antarctica
I score a goal
On infinite ice
Ah ah ah ah
I score a goal
I win the cup
On Infinite Ice
Ah ah
I love the crowd
I love the game
I love the ball
The way that it glides
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
A pitch of infinite ice
On a pitch of infinite ice
I believe in Allah
A radio inside me
I hear that there's communion
In the soup kitchens of England
The fire roars beneath the sediment
And so comfort you in dialogue
With all the words that can I bathe you in
I call on infinite infinite infinite
I call on infinite light
Ah ah ah ah
FC Antarctica
I score a goal
On infinite Ice
There is no failure
No failure
No failure
There is infinite time
Ah ah ah ah
I lose the game
I f*ck it up
Destroy the world
The human race bleeds infinite light
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
A pitch of infinite ice
On a pitch of infinite ice