Cruel Inventions Lyrics - Singles - Sam Phillips

Two men with empty pockets 

Put lipstick on little girl 

And another dream goes by 

They make her ride the rockets 

That fall into the sea of pearl 

And another dream goes by 

Power falling through 

Stealing out of view 

Our cruel inventions 

The beat generation 

All got on the morning train 

And another dream goes by 

They left me at the station 

Breathing dust from hopeless rain 

And another dream goes by 

Power stealing through 

Fading out of view 

Our cruel inventions 

Uninvent the wheel of endless greed 

Let conscience run 

Like a river like a dreamer 

A world of elevators 

Music like magazines 

And another dream goes by 

Magnetic separators 

Divided by a wall of screens 

And another dream goes by 

Power stealing through 

Fading out of view 

Our cruel inventions 

Inventions, inventions 

Inventions, inventions 

Inventions