Everything there is to say has been said
Into the ears of the working dead
Their minds have already been fed
Though the light's already been shed
Yes, the light's already been shed
Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon
Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune
They can hear but they can't sing the tune
Control is computer fed
Oh, spat out, burned and shred
Responsibility's so thinly spread
Floats like a cloud over everyone's head
Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon
Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune
They can hear but they can't sing the tune
We fear them grizzly red
And they're comin' overhead
We embrace all those who have fled
As we wait out death and the dread
Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon
Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune
They can hear but they can't sing the tune
Everything there is to say has been said
Into the ears of the working dead
Although the light's already been shed
Peace is all but dead; peace is all but dead
Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon
Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune
They can hear but they can't sing the tune
