Lyrics

Birdies go up Trees go up Big and brown Numbers go up Bees go up We go down And I'll go down with you, my darling Where the sunshine's falling on a friend of mine But the radio says the ball could spoil We gotta bury our beds in Royal Soil Royal Soil keeps the valley on the vine As production goes up Needs go up In my town Buildings go up Speeds go up We'll go down And I'll go down with you my darling After all our partying is in recline Keeping up with Old Jones - the mortal coil We've gotta bury our bones in Royal Soil Royal Soil keeps the valley on the vine When you're the stuck in the road Leave the Road! Putting stock in the chain - Break the Chain! And we will break the chain my darling Get the rest re-starting with our new design Cause we're out of control - snaking oil We've gotta bury our souls in Royal Soil Royal Soil keeps the valley on the vine