Lyrics

In their boardrooms In their ties The mere moral Decides What will live Who will die From the deathless high-rise What will live Who will die Oh my The goddess in black she mourns The exposure of her skies Zips up the gods in their body bags and ties Traveling west with the newborn sun on the rise The kids these days they're well learned and they're wise And it ain't no surprise It ain't no surprise Thunder blurts Lightning sells To the Styx Fishermen well Rain fell for a spell On the shoulders down in hell Factory bell will break your spell Til tomorrow I dream my way through Mall-lands marbled floors Whats the point in ever going outdoors When all that you need is fat in the stores And the fire outside softly pours And I can't ignore The people who snore And I can't ignore that… Promo goes On his toes To the tips of Mount O Theres no higher But there no fire So he turns to go The sun rises In his eyes has he turns To go Everybody gather near Theres something you really all ought to hear The Spirit watches football and the Spirit drinks beer I seen it with my eyes so clear You got no one to fear There's no one to fear There's no one to fear Except…