Never Be Moved - Clutch

I know we came here to get our good times on Hold the whole world in our hand and greet the dawn with open arms

So make a contribution if you have been amused

But before we depart my brothers and sisters I have some heavy news

Oh how it breaks my heart this photograph

Several in the ministry practice a fuzzy math

Some of us wear the robes of righteous

Are a little more next of kin

To the Steelak, the wicked one who makes a meal of our sins.

Ain’t not telling how much longer

But we will never be, will never be moved

Woe be the architect of our city, cruel lever, the hillock strangler

Bold pusher of the cold bone index

Through the knotted bowels of the old alleyways

Read the future a false haruspex

Recall how he coaxed us out of the green plains

All of us, dumb eyed at the sheer number.

So long ago it does not matter.

Woe be architect in his slumber for the Watcher never sleeps

And on that day there will be rejoicing and dancing streets

Get your evolution on Good St. Charles Darwin wrote his gospel down

So keep your eyes turned to the sky and your ears down to the ground