They started work this morning down at city square They're pulling down the statues of our great grandfather's hero The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing Chorus: Pull it down, drag it down Till there's nothing to look up to But the brand names on the posters all around They proved on television last night that God was just a lie He never made the world at all It was just some sweet old fashioned rite So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves Chorus: Pull it down, drag it down Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages Past are shattered on the ground We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic, Until everything that's sacred is brought down to our level for Mammon is a jealous master, - leaves no room for any other All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever So bow to the woman in the finest fur Bow to the man with the ace street cool Bow to the woman with all the power Bow to the man with all the money In whose sight are we equal now? Now that we've killed God Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com