Hawkwind - Over The Top lyrics

This is a very heavy microphone stand
Ah, no queen could brandish this
I tell ya that
It's a real man's microphone stand
Here, Dave, here
Where'd you get these stands from? (Laughs)
Ah, they're really heavy so are you

Well, we're gonna do something really
Heavy in a minute like, er
Fall off the stage on top of you
With about two hundredweight of
Iron in my hand
You're a very tiny person, aren't you?
Eh? (Laughs) you're all very tiny down there

Y'know when I'm up here
I feel so big and mighty i fell like I'm the
Master of the universe

You made me feel like that
And now, it's almost true
And just wait and see what we do with it
All right, cut the Gypsy music!
Band of Gypsies! (Music changes)
All in a day's work all in, all in
All in a day's work all in, all in
All in a day's work i know

I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres
Than this cruel descent from a
Thousand years of dream
Into the starkness of this capsule
Where two of our crew still lie
Suspended cool in their tombs of sleep
The nagging choirs of memory
The tubes and wires worming from their flesh
To machinery i would have to cut
Such midwifery is but one function
Of the leader here

Floating in a sac of fluid dark
A clear century of space away from Earth
One man stirs from the trauma of his birth
Attending to the hypno tapes assuring him
This was reality however grim
Oh, our journey's end
The landing it'self was nothing
We touched upon a shelf of rock
Selected by the auto-mind
And left the galaxy of dreams behind

And it's all a fable for fountains now
It's all a fable for fountains now!
It's all a fable for fountains now!

And were your childhood dreams all a fable?
For fountains now for fountains now
Now, now now, now, now fountains, fountains
All going up in fountains, fountains
All a fable for fountains now
Go on there's no other

But just a minute now
When you gaze into my eyes
You're looking at your own reflection
And all you see is your disguise
You wear for your own protection

So don't go telling me that you
Know just when to stop! When to stop
You know you go over the top
Over the top it's over the top
Hey I'm going, over the top
Over the top, oh!
Over the top, all right here it goes

In 1916 we dug the trenches
But we don't need them
We have our own defences
We don't need no officers
To blow no whistle and scream
Come on you guys wake up out of your dream
And follow me 'cause I'm going

Over the top over the top
Follow me over the top here goes now
Your country needs you hey Kitchener
Don't you know that moustaches went
Out with the Beatles?

Give me white feather!
Give me white feather!
Give me white feather! Hung up on the wire

Give me white feather!
Give me white feather!
Give me white feather! Hung upon the wire
Hung upon the wire strung on barbed wire
Huh, strung on barbed wire goodbye genocide