Day by day. Whistle while you work. Our backs are breaking. Up from hollow earth. From end to end. The noise begins. In the human battle stations. And the big one's coming in.
Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain. And wiped away the beads of sweat. That glistened on his brow. His tired feet were buried in the quagmire. And his bloodshot eyes saw all that lay between him.
All day I've faced a barren waste. Without the taste of water, cool water. Old Dan and I with throats burned dry. And souls that cry for water. Cool, clear, water.
All day I've faced a barren waste. Without the taste of water cool water. Old Dan and I with throats Burt dry. And souls that cry for water cool clear water.
Pull up the vibes that you're playing. Can you play some more, can you play some more?. Lift it up, jock it up, pull it up, come again now. Can you play some more, can you play some more?.
All day I've faced a barren waste without the taste of water cool water. Old Dan and I with throats burt dry and souls that cry for water cool clear water.
All day I've faced a barren waste without the taste of water cool water. Old Dan and I with throats burt dry and souls that cry for water cool clear water.