Up With People

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

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