Lyrics

You had time to look away But every morning rose again Through a looking glass, sees the working class Make the impossible come to pass Warm in his nest, the devil at rest Fill the balloons with black burning smoke Rise on the air with a pull on a rope Slowly ascend, slowly ascend The devil at rest Slowly ascend Through sky with no end Far out of reach Of family and friends Warm in his nest, the devil at rest You know your own business better than we do You know what it's like to dream up a new world We'll cut the the grass after the bombardment But freedom and home is not our department