This is a very heavy microphone stand.
No queen could manage this,
I'll tell you that.
It's a real man's microphone stand.
Dave, here,
where do you get these stands from?
They're really heavy.
So are you.
We're going to do so really
heavy in a minute,
like fall off the stage on top of you,
with about 200 weight of
iron in my hand.
You're a very tiny person,
aren't you?
They're all very tiny down there.
You know, when I'm up there,
I feel so big and mighty.
I feel like I'm the master of the universe.
You made me feel like that.
And now, it's almost true.
Just wait and see what we do with it.
Alright, cut the gypsy music.
Cut the gypsies.
All in, all in.
All in, in.
All in, all
All in, all in.
All day's work, all alone
I would rather the fire storms
of atmospheres
Than this cruel descent
of a thousand years of dream
Into the darkness of this capsule,
The two of our crews
will rise suspended cool
In their tubes of sleep,
the nagging choirs of memory,
The tubes and wires squirming
from their flesh to machinery,
I would have to cut
Such midwifery is but one function
I believe in him
He's floating in a sack of fluid,
dark and clear
Sanctuary of spice
Away from earth
One man stares from the tremor
of his birth
Attending to the hypnotics assuring him
This was reality I'm never grim
Oh, our journey's end
The landing itself was not made
We touched upon a shelf of rock
Selected by the auto -mind
And left the galaxy of dream
s behind
And it's all a fable for fountains now
It's all a favor for fountains now
It's all a favor for fountains now
All your childhood dreams
All a favor
For fountains now
For fountains now
Now now, now now now
Fountain, fountain
All gone up in fountain, fountain
Only people from downtown
Gone
To show all around
Just a minute now,
when you're looking into my eyes,
you're looking at your
own reflection
And all you see is your disguise,
you wear for your own protection
So don't go tellin' me
that you know just when to stop,
when to stop
You know you go over the top,
over the top
It's over the top, over the top
Hey, it's going over the top
Over the top
Over the top, alright, here it goes
In 1916, they dug the trenches
But we don't need them
We have our own defences
We don't need no officers
to blow no whistle and scream
Can't you guys wake up
out of your dream?
And follow me
So I'm going
Over the top
Over the top
Follow me
Over the top
Here goes now
The country needs you
Hey, Kitchener,
don't you know that moustaches went out with the beetles?
Give me white feather,
give me white feather,
give me white feather,
hung up on the wire
Give me white feather,
give me white feather,
give me white feather,
hung up on the wire
Powerful above the wire
Strong above wire
Strong above wire
Goodbye genocide