Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh
Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh
And the meek shall inherit the earth...
We've taken care of everything, the words you read and the songs you sing
the pictures that give pleasure to your eye.
It's one for all and all for one. We work together, common sons.
Never need to wonder how or why.
We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx.
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx.
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
Look around this world we've made, equality our stock in trade, come and
join the brotherhood of man.
Oh what a nice, contented world, let the banners be unfurled. Hold the
red star proudly high in hand.
We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx.
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx.
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
