Yeah, there comes a booming sound It used to come from underground And now it emanates 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 The doing undone Come on undone Come on undone And we are doing And we are screwing Up our lives today, today Up our lives today, today Up our lives today, today What's that we chanted It's this we planted C'mon progeny, progeny C'mon progeny, progeny C'mon progeny, progeny ...
Yeah, there comes a booming sound It used to come from underground And now it emanates 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 The doing undone Come on undone Come on undone And we are doing And we are screwing Up our lives today, today Up our lives today, today Up our lives today, today What's that we chanted It's this we planted C'mon progeny, progeny C'mon progeny, progeny C'mon progeny, progeny ...
