There are men in white coats
holding clipboards biting pens.
There are mouths in news rooms
moving excitedly for the lens.
the lens
And it's only a lesson long
before the deep red dirt starts pulling pulling you home
But you're fighting, fighting for where you belong
And that's pushing, pushing you on.
You on, you on.
There are ghosts in black suits
making choices for the rest.
While piles of blueprints
are being passed over your head.
your head
And it's only a lesson long
before the deep red dirt starts pulling pulling you home.
But you're fighting fighting for where you belong.
And that's pushing, pushing you on.
Pushing, pushing you on.
Pushing, pushing you on.
Doot doot doo, doot doot doo, da-da-da
Doot doot doo, doot doot doo, da-da-da
Oh the air is electric with promises you never wanted.
Oh the air is electric with promises you never wanted.
Oooh
All the veins of silvery oil
under the soil are running through you.