Drawers of water - hewers of wood,. Biting their tonques as if they know what's good for them.. Floating voters perched high upon fences in flame.. . Charmed by pipes - drugged with ale,.
[Chorus "Panis Angelicus" by Cesar Franck]. . Unto those who have enough you give more free of charge,. What becomes of those with nothing?. You stand back and let them starve..
All you needed was somebody with a dream,. A fool to crucify or to put upon a pedestal.. Only dead fish float with the stream -. Compared with you I seem like an extra-terrestrial..