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 country 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