The Space Race

Search you'll find no flies On a parabol this size no you won't With all our flagrant passes We incur upon the people To privatize the monuments And publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore Then they used to hurt Race the ramparts high 'Neath the canopy of lies as it were Amidst the subtle traces Whether particle or bone We detect a weakness, yes The sense we have honed don't work anymore And they used to work Amidst the subtle traces Whether particle or bone We detect a weakness, yes The sense we have honed don't work anymore Then they used to work One could say we've lost the space race One could say we've lost the space race One could say we've lost the space race And another one could say we're won