Our work takes in points of brochure
I'd be lost otherwise, I'm sure
Chasing map across country
Our work doffs hat he says, "I'm the friend.
We must to the common end,
work quickly and quietly
For can you not feel the power, the glory
the power, the glory, for ever, amen?"
Our work / Feet touching ceiling beams
Not telling the truth, it seems
Truth trickling down the wires
"For can you not feel the power, the glory,
the power, the glory, for ever, amen?"
