Texty: Sam Phillips. Cruel Inventions.

Two men with empty pockets
Put lipstick on little girl
And another dream goes by

They make her ride the rockets
That fall into the sea of pearl
And another dream goes by

Power falling through
Stealing out of view
Our cruel inventions

The beat generation
All got on the morning train
And another dream goes by

They left me at the station
Breathing dust from hopeless rain
And another dream goes by

Power stealing through
Fading out of view
Our cruel inventions

Uninvent the wheel of endless greed
Let conscience run
Like a river like a dreamer

A world of elevators
Music like magazines
And another dream goes by

Magnetic separators
Divided by a wall of screens
And another dream goes by

Power stealing through
Fading out of view
Our cruel inventions

Inventions, inventions
Inventions, inventions
Inventions