Subways stumbling through the night

Flashing rows of neon lights

People with no place to go

Rushing madly to and frow

A shrine where all the nameless robots

Pay homage to their countrey idol

Got to pass the time of day

Between the canyon walls of stone and steel

The misers count their gold

And wish the world would spin the other way

Silver mantles speak the shouting

Talking loud but saying nothing

Sounds of hungry children crying

Drowned out by cannon firing

As the giant with the passing face manipulates his toys

And one by one they′re trampled in the mud

The high priest and his sacrificial counsel hold a meeting

And demand another sacrifice of blood