This is a very heavy microphone stand
No queen could manage this, I tell you that
This is a real man's microphone stand here, Dave
Where d'you got these stands from?
They're really heavy
So are you
Well we're gonna do something really heavy in a minute
Like... fall off the stage on top of you
With about two hundred weight of iron in my hand
You're a very tiny person, aren't you?
You're all very tiny down there
You know, when I'm up here
I feel so big and mighty
I feel like I'm the...
Master... Of the... Universe
You made me feel like that
And now, it's almost true
Just wait and see what we do
All in a day's work, all in, all in
All in a day's work, all in, all in
All in a day's work, all in all
I would rather the fire storms of atmospheres
Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dreams
Into the starkness of the capsule
Where two of our crew still lay suspended cool
In their tombs of sleep
Those nagging choirs of memory
The tubes and wires
Worming from their flesh to machinery
I would have to cut
Such midwifery is but one function
Of the leader here
Floating in a sac of fluid dark
A clear century of space
Away from Earth
While one man stares from the trauma of his birth
Attending to the hypno-tapes
Assuring him
That this was reality
However grim
Our journey's end
Landing itself was nothing
We touched upon a shelf of rock
Selected by the automind
And left a galaxy of dreams behind
And it's all a fable for fountains now
It's all a fable for fountains now
It's all a fable for fountains now
All your childhood dreams, are available
For fountains now
For fountains now
Now now
Now now now
Fountains, fountains
All going up in fountains, fountains
And just a minute now
When you look into my eyes
You're looking at your own reflection
And all you see is your disguise
You wear for your own protection
So don't go telling me that you know just when to stop
When to stop
You know you're going over the top
Over the top
It's over the top
Over the top
Hey he's going, over the top
Over the top
Over the top, alright here it goes
In 1916
They dug the trenches
We don't need them
We have our own defences
We don't need no officers to blow no whistle and scream
"Come on you guys wake up out of your dream
And follow me
'Cause I'm going
Over the top
Over the top
Follow me over the top
Here he goes now
Your country needs you."
Hey Kitchener
Don't you know that moustaches went out with the Beatles?
Give me white feather!
Give me white feather!
Give me white feather!
Hung upon the wire
Give me white feather
Give me white feather
Give me white feather
Hung upon the wire
Hung upon the wire
Strung on barbed wire
Goodbye genocide
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