Irony Has Propelled Us Thus Far

With a cold light transfixed upon us
And fear up in arms against our sides
The terror of perpetual motion
The laughing of the never-ending tide

So we yearned and ached for some movement
And we all put our key players into play
But we mustn't let them export or input
All the livelong dying of their days

And the disembodied head of Dr. Jones
Comes speaking at and to us from the grave
But there's something deeper, something darker
Something colder and very old
Something much uglier than he

So we converse in hushed tones
Between our rows of books
Scheme schemes, drink drinks and light cigars
And we can do nothing but become who we are not
And try to look into the future far

But then all our progress, all of our progress
Our progress comes crashing, it all comes crashing
Yeah, all of our progress comes crashing down upon our heads



Credits
Writer(s): John Davey
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