We're cutting it fine
We're cutting it clean
the green green grass
we're living the dream
bringing the bacon
home to be cooked
We're getting ahead
We're getting hooked
on the hot north wind
you can feel the fire
on the naked heart
her lost desire
The freaks in control
are closing in,
the clamor of bedlam
is wearing thin
And the great divide
between right and wrong,
the cry of madness
is growing strong.
Across your face
the knowledge moves,
and in your heart
the silence proves
And as you wander
in search of me,
yeah you will forget
what used to be.
I will be living
on borrowed time,
as we cross over
the forbidden line
that once was written
on desert sand
We could not see
we could not understand
all the houses
on every street
where lived the millions
we will not meet
And as we stumble
from day to day
searching for glory
on feet of clay
as we go over
the final hill
for one more conquest
one more thrill
you know the story
you know the drill
And the haunted village
will stand alone
when the dust is settled
on your ancient bones
they will be clean
picked by the crows
your carrion dream
as the ice cap flows
And the great Titanic
she sails at dawn
we will be honoured
we will be born
we're heading homeward
we're heaven-bound
we're sinking slowly
no sight or sound
And the great Titanic
she sails at dawn
we will be honoured
we will be born
we're heading homeward
we're heaven-bound
we're sinking slowly
no sight or sound