the ![]()
Mel/arr: Mr.Barillion.
Lyr/voc.mel: Villa:K
Yeah-Yeah
they never speak out loud about what they have done before
Them
little men white clothed working underground on glowing cores
Push-push
them buttons red; pull-pull them leaded levers
Analyze
the numbers and withdraw the score (‘cause there is
always more)
So so
the sun is rising on a burning, withered desertland
On on a
lonely building all filled up with lonely looping Man
In
The
ref
Sweet,
sweet
The
cunning plan of the
Sweet,
sweet
The
ignorance of all them subjects
Sweet,
sweet
That
cunning plan of them cunning men