Lyrics Smith & Taylor - Chumbawamba
Built
with
lives
Remembered
in
plans
A
history
of
no
ones
For
the
glory
of
just
one
man
Should
Smith
now
fall
Then
Taylor
takes
his
place
We're
measuring
our
progress
By
burying
our
waste
Pyramids,
palaces
Railways
and
mills
Viaducts,
offices
Pipelines
and
canals
Bells
for
the
architect
Ringing
through
the
land
A
hundred
honest
men
to
wash
The
ink
stains
from
his
hands
For
the
forging
of
words
Comes
easy
as
sleep
Stones
for
Smith
& Taylor
Their
memories
to
keep
Every
maiden
voyage
Leaves
a
widow
on
the
shore
And
every
blessed
spire
Sees
the
earth
get
its
reward
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