The Rubble

Getting into trouble - Poking in the rubble

Poking in the rubble - Getting into trouble

Will you really - will you trust

A world that's painted with fairy dust

So all you friends in lofty halls

I'm afraid that we must change

While we wiggle eating dust

Desperate hands work the crust

Put your fears on a cross

Hail to blindness - Worlds of loss

Poking in the rubble - Getting into trouble

How - Thank you!

Do you know - who to trust

News that feed you fairy dust

So all you friends in lofty halls

I'm afraid that we must change