Текст песни Crisis on Infinite Earth - Rope

I'm standing here at the gate to heave stone
Mix mortar, hang your slate
But this work well's been held dry
There's not a drop for you or I
It seems all that's left for me to do is run a mile in someone else's shoes
And I could run and run for light-years
But there's nowhere left to go
Our cosmic ambitions
They turned out chemical and cute
I don't need my breath back, butty, my lungs are lined with soot
It's a crisis on this infinite earth
The concept of year round spring-time erases all idea of worth
I've witnessed axes falling and head-baskets getting full
But there's nothing I've ever seen like that look on a man's face
Eyes rolling, tongue twitching, mumbling intelligible verse from his favourite prayer
This table has to be wiped clean
I've left the plate and crumbs for the service