The sound is on
The visions move
The image dance starts once again
They shuffle with a bovine grace
And glide in syncopation
Just living lines from books we've read
With atmospheres of days gone by
With paper smiles the screenplay calls
A message for the nation

And those who sneer will fade and die
And those who laugh will surely fall
And those who know will always feel their backs against the thin wall

Grey men who speak of victory
Shed light upon their stolen life
They drive by night
And act as if they're moved by unheard music
To step in time and play the part
With velvet voices smooth and cold
Their power game's a game no more
And long the chance to use it

And those who sneer will fade and die
And those who laugh will surely fall
And those who know will always feel their backs against the thin wall

And those who dance will spin and turn
And those who wait will wait no more
And those who talk will hear the word
And those who sneer will fade and die
And those who laugh will surely fall
And those who know will always feel their backs against the thin wall

And those who dance
And those who talk
And those who sneer
And those who laugh
And those who know
And those who dance
And those who wait
And those who talk