Promo

In their boardrooms
In their ties
The mere moral
Decides
What will live
Who will die
From the deathless high-rise
What will live
Who will die
Oh my

The goddess in black she mourns
The exposure of her skies
Zips up the gods in their body bags and ties
Traveling west with the newborn sun on the rise
The kids these days they’re well learned and they’re wise
And it ain’t no surprise
It ain’t no surprise

Thunder blurts
Lightning sells
To the Styx
Fishermen well
Rain fell for a spell
On the shoulders down in hell
Factory bell will break your spell
Til tomorrow

I dream my way through Mall-lands marbled floors
Whats the point in ever going outdoors
When all that you need is fat in the stores
And the fire outside softly pours
And I can’t ignore
The people who snore
And I can’t ignore that…

Promo goes
On his toes
To the tips of
Mount O
Theres no higher
But there no fire
So he turns to go
The sun rises
In his eyes has he turns
To go

Everybody gather near
Theres something you really all ought to hear
The Spirit watches football and the Spirit drinks beer
I seen it with my eyes so clear
You got no one to fear
There’s no one to fear
There’s no one to fear
Except…