Night Birds - Hoffman Lens lyrics

See the world through your own Hoffman Lens
With a whimper not a bang
Is how our operation ends
Speak your mind 'cause I guess
It's still your right
But no one's going to hear you
You don't own the rotton pipes

By the stroke of eight
O'clock tomorrow morning
We'll all be living in a new third world
They wear a suit and a tie
But they're not your kind
They Live, They Live, They Live

Listless drones with no back bones at all
Fat and slack jawed we all go
They led us straight to the fall
They kept us numb and they
Kept us simple fools
He who has all of the gold gets
To make all of the rules
By the stroke of eight
O'clock tomorrow morning
We'll all be living in a new third world
They wear a suit and a tie
But they're not your kind
They Live, They Live, They Live

You should expect it, we sell out every day
The bottom line starts bottoming out
In a different light
You'll see they're not your kind
They Live, They Live They Live

See the world through your own Hoffman Lens

By the stroke of eight
O'clock tomorrow morning
We'll all be living in a new third world
They wear a suit and a tie
But they're not your kind
They Live, They Live, They Live

You should expect it, we sell out every day
The bottom line starts bottoming out
In a different light
You'll see they're not your kind
They Live, They Live They Live