Over and out, we power down 
We put our bombers on the ground 
In silent bookends of the east 
In struggle for peace 

Over and done they close the shop 
Another iron -curtain drop 
Listening to the vipers move 
Red dragon to black snake 

So the dusty old world is bound to slide away 
And still I am paralysed, frightened 
When the changes take place 

Eagerly waiting to board the train 
Like a desert flower cries for rain, 
And soon the masses turn the stone 
Deceived to the bone 

Iconized fathers of the land 
From labour doom we take a stand 
With newborn right to speak our mind 
We leave you behind 

So the dusty old world is bound to slide away 
And still I am paralysed, frightened 
When the changes take place 

Well worn out sisters who worked the fields 
And brothers who turned the Union wheels 
With no reward on earth in sight 
They'd cry to the night 

Finally hit the end of the rope 
No more stars in their kaleidoscope 
Promised land still not in sight 
Black holes in their eyes 

So the dusty old world is bound to slide away 
And still I am paralysed, frightened 
When the changes take place 

Over and out 
Over and done 
This dusty old world 
Is bound to slide away