Out in the world you can watch'em struggling For a small piece of luck They won't die with a smile on their trace
For possession they'd kill their mothers For some bucks they deny themselves And the whole world is right in that trace
And the next step's out to space
With a high hand they watch their buildings Self-righteously praise their deeds No time for recess on their way
In a way it is quite amusing But it's afake of deepest dye Let's hope they'll see it one day
And the next step's out to space
Look at All the Things They've Done No Remains, There's No Thing Left It's All Blown to Kingdom Come