Yes there comes a booming sound It used to come from underground Now it emenates From a kind of welfare state Of the soul Yeah baby of the soul And of the sweet sweet soul Let's be certain Of the deliberate monologue As sure as if it will fall Across you Unto you Will most certainly leave the doing undone Come on undone And we are doing And we are screwing Up our lives today What's that we chanted It's this we planted C'mon progeny