Up with people

Yeah, there comes a booming sound

It used to come from underground

But now it emanates

From a kind of welfare state

Of the soul

Yeah, baby of the soul

And of that sweet, sweet soul

Let's be certain

Of the deliberate monologue

As sure as if it will fall

Across you, unto you

Will most certainly leave the doing

The doing undone

Come on undone

We are doing

And we are screwing

Up our lives today (today)

(Up our lives today)

What's that, we chanted

It's this we planted

Come on progeny (progeny)

Serendipity