The teacher is wasting her time, all the children have left They said we're closing, and it's going to the city The ATM won't give you any more cash, you're out of credit for your cows They said we're closing, and it's going to the city -Instrumental- The priest is loosing his hair, no one is giving to the collection (Bis) They said we're closing, and it's going to the city One more penny on all the stamps, the mailboxes are on a hunger strike (Bis) They said we're closing, and it's going to the city There will come a time when there will be only cement A social council for the global village No more green space, too expensive, No more blue sky, smog is better! -Instrumental- Legs are all coming down, no more room for dirty jokes They said we're closing, the bar is empty and it's going to the city In our silos there are no more seeds and in our fields there is only silence Even if we know that our fields are being deserted we will not go to the city There will come a time when there will be only cement A social council for the global village No more green space, too expensive, No more blue sky, smog is better! -Instrumental
The teacher is wasting her time, all the children have left They said we're closing, and it's going to the city The ATM won't give you any more cash, you're out of credit for your cows They said we're closing, and it's going to the city -Instrumental- The priest is loosing his hair, no one is giving to the collection (Bis) They said we're closing, and it's going to the city One more penny on all the stamps, the mailboxes are on a hunger strike (Bis) They said we're closing, and it's going to the city There will come a time when there will be only cement A social council for the global village No more green space, too expensive, No more blue sky, smog is better! -Instrumental- Legs are all coming down, no more room for dirty jokes They said we're closing, the bar is empty and it's going to the city In our silos there are no more seeds and in our fields there is only silence Even if we know that our fields are being deserted we will not go to the city There will come a time when there will be only cement A social council for the global village No more green space, too expensive, No more blue sky, smog is better! -Instrumental
