Из альбома: Smoothing Away the Horror of Indigestion
Long before we sat so high and mighty,
There were others with a vision not short-sighted.
But we listened to the papers and the media master,
Mankind travelling faster.
Faster is a virus that clouds the judgement,
I'm sick of staring at the letter waiting to be sent.
To dig a deeper hole... is not the solution.
I can't make a move and still I hold my tongue.
Who cried wolf? Who cried wolf?
I didn't expect the knife when my back was turned.
All cried out, but were gagged and bound.
The warnings, too late for me.
Cry wolf.
Why won't they listen, when we ask them so politely?
What would it take for some of us to just get heard?
I want to ask them knowing only that it's too late.
I wonder if it's worth forming the words.
Who cried wolf? Who cried wolf?
I didn't expect the knife when my back was turned.
All cried out, but were gagged and bound.
The warnings, too late for me.
Cry wolf.
*Sung over the first verse*
Ask away, no, don't be scared.
Lay the blame on those who dared.
I have to question your right to undermine me,
I feel I have to cry, cry wolf.
Who cried wolf? Who cried wolf?
I didn't expect the knife when my back was turned.
All cried out, but were gagged and bound.
The warnings, too late for me.
Cry wolf.