Yes there comes a booming sound 

It used to come from underground 

Now it emenates 

From a kind of welfare state 

Of the soul 

Yeah baby of the soul


And of the sweet sweet soul 

Let's be certain 

Of the deliberate monologue 

As sure as if it will fall 

Across you 

Unto you 

Will most certainly leave the doing undone


Come on undone 


And we are doing 

And we are screwing 

Up our lives today 

What's that we chanted 

It's this we planted 

C'mon progeny