The Devil at Rest

You had time to look away

But every morning rose again

Through a looking glass, sees the working class

Make the impossible come to pass

Warm in his nest, the devil at rest

Fill the balloons with black burning smoke

Rise on the air with a pull on a rope

Slowly ascend, slowly ascend

The devil at rest

Slowly ascend

Through sky with no end

Far out of reach

Of family and friends

Warm in his nest, the devil at rest

You know your own business better than we do

You know what it's like to dream up a new world

We'll cut the the grass after the bombardment

But freedom and home is not our department