They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold for the gold We fall for the same lies, we all have the same shoes to fit The preachers and books of your empire will fight here alone Some day they will be forgotten and die one by one
The walls the walls are coming down, the here and now is coming round It will some day let you down The ships the ships are coming in, the great ideas are wearing thin There is nothing left to do
For atoms have gone as far as atoms will go Your books write themselves, they line up in row after row
The walls the walls are coming down, the here and now is coming round It will some day let you down The ships the ships are coming in, the great ideas are wearing thin There is nothing left to do
