They're makin' zebra crossings where the antelope did roam
And still the concrete crumbles when the water comes back home
Hey you! Guru! Tell me what can you do?
Can you reconstruct my structure?
Can you distribute my blues?
Interstellar travel is necessary to be where you belong
Long ago, when the earth was young
And the righted plans went wrong
And Lo!...And Behold!
The Rock Drill speak; It's the sound of stone!
Where were you, little man,
When I laid down the structure of your flesh and bone?
You've gotta...gotta, gotta
Be in the Syndicate!
You've gotta...gotta, gotta
Be in the Syndicate!
Future politics buried in the wall
Take me to your leader, hammering on my wall
That cat with fat feet deep down in the soil
Is a-burnin'...
Is a-burnin'...
Burnin' up the midnight oil!
You've gotta...gotta, gotta
Be in the Syndicate!
You've gotta...gotta, gotta
Be in the Syndicate!
Be in the Syndicate!
Be in the Syndicate!
We watched the dolphins swimming down the fractured avenue
Drilling through the rock bed
Making hell of the morning dew
Making hell of the morning dew
Prayin' just ain't no way of saying
To the monarchs sitting silly
In the excrement from there own cigars
This is no truce;
This is the truth from hillbilly guitars!
You wanna play tricks on the hicks,
And all we wanna do is be rock and roll stars!
Ha!
Hypnos was a Greek
He could take the wild and the weak
He could take your brain
And hang it on the end of an iron chain
The master showed his slave that a man ain't nothin' but a man!
But before I'm gonna let that rock drill beat me down,
I'm gonna die...with that hammer in my hand!
...That hammer in my hand!
We watched the dolphins swimming down the fractured avenue,
Drilling through the rock bed
Making hell of the morning dew
Making hell of the morning dew
We watched the dolphins swimming down the fractured avenue,
Drilling through the rock bed
And making hell of the morning dew
Making hell of the morning dew
Making hell of the morning dew
Where were you little man,
When I laid down the foundations of your universe?
I constructed the perimeter of your thoughts!
I constructed where and what your flesh and bones would realize!
Where were you?!
On a tenement blocked, I live at the top
I been forty days in the wilderness
I read about Nietzsche
AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!
(Battle cry)
Gonna Rock...gonna Rock
Making hell of the morning dew...
Rock & Rool
But it don't stop me from drillin' the bop
But I can't get down to squeeze my alligator
Cause some motherfucker busted my elevator!
Never had a touch of tenderness
I'm an armour-plated armadillo nature boy
And I can feel the pain and cry out for the jungle
I read about Engels
And I heard about the bourgeoisie
I know about the cosmos
But I don't know what the boss knows
Maybe somebody buried his heart at Wounded Knee
We're gonna Rool!
Gonna Rock...gonna Rock
We're gonna Rool!
We're gonna Rock...gonna Rock
We're gonna Rool!
We're gonna Rock...gonna Rock
We're gonna Rool!
We're gonna Rock...gonna Rock
We're gonna Rool!
We're gonna Rock...gonna Rock
We're gonna Rool!
We're gonna Rock...gonna Rock
We're gonna Rool!
We're gonna Rock...gonna Rock
We're gonna Rool!
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