Carpet Crawlers - Live From Palais des Sports 1977
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ocher corridor
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
There's only one direction in the faces that I see
And it's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright
Then through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
The porcelain manikin with shattered skin fears attack
And the eager pack, lift up their pitchers, they carry on with life
The liquid has congealed which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback, back, back, back, back, back
And the carpet crawlers heed their callers, oh
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out, you know, you know
We've got to get in to get out, get out, get out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, get out
Yes, we've got to get in to get out, get out, get out
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
There's only one direction in the faces that I see
And it's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright
Then through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
The porcelain manikin with shattered skin fears attack
And the eager pack, lift up their pitchers, they carry on with life
The liquid has congealed which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback, back, back, back, back, back
And the carpet crawlers heed their callers, oh
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out, you know, you know
We've got to get in to get out, get out, get out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, get out
Yes, we've got to get in to get out, get out, get out
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out, out, out, out
We've got to get in to get out, out
Credits
Writer(s): Phil Collins, Michael Rutherford, Steve Hackett, Peter Gabriel, Anthony Banks
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