Tunnels
We are the men who bring the trains ... Tunnelling, tunnelling ... We are the blokes who clear the drains Tunnelling, tunnelling ... We are the docs who mend your brains ... Tunnelling, tunnelling, tunnelling. Blasting a way through ancient rock Blitzing a stinking garbage block Boring through bone against the clock ... Tunnelling, tunnelling. We are the guys who drill for oil ... Tunnelling, tunnelling ... We are the brains who search the soil ... Tunnelling, tunnelling ... We are the chaps who heap the spoil Tunnelling, tunnelling, tunnelling. Drilling the earth until she screams Probing the past for secret dreams Ripping the heart from golden seams ... Tunnelling, tunnelling. We are the creatures put to flight ... Tunnelling, tunnelling ... We are the ghosts that haunt your night ... Tunnelling, tunnelling ... We are the bugs you fail to fight ... Tunnelling, tunnelling, tunnelling. Riddled with graves a world will die Riddled with guilt, the mind awry Riddled with death, we all know why ... Tunnelling, tunnelling. |