You had time to look away but every morning rose again. Through a looking glass, sees the working class. Make the impossible come to pass.
Warm in his nest, the devil at rest.
Pill the balloon with black burning smoke. Rise on the air with a pull on a rope. Slowly ascend. Slowly ascend.
The devil at rest.
Slowly ascend. Through sky with no end. Far out of reacn of family and friends.
Warm in his nest, the devil at rest
You know our own business better than we do. You know what it's like to dream up a new world. We'll cut the grass after the bombardment. But freedom and home is not our department..