well we know what makes the flowers grow but we don t know why and we all have the knowledge of dna but we still die we perch so thin and fragile here upon the land and the earth that moves beneath us we don t understand so we rush towards the judgement day when she reclaims a toast to the luddite martyrs then who died in vain down at the lab they re working still finishing off how do we tell the people in the white coats enough is enough hey hey i listen to you pray as if some help will come hey hey she will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone you and i we made no suicide pact we didn t want to die but we watch the wall little darling while the chemical trucks go by this desperate imitation now of innocence those last few days at jonestown ain t got nothing on this hey hey i listen to you pray as if some help will come hey hey she will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone now beneath the fitted carpets beyond the padded cells within these crimes of passion the naked truth she dwells and this fury s just a part and this thunder s just a part desire is just a part the cracking ice the splitting rock hey hey i listen to you pray as if some help will come hey hey she will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone hey hey to the suicide day the blind man blunders on hey hey she will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone as children learn about the world we built that wall of sand along the beach we laboured hard with our bare hands we worked until the sun went down beneath the waves and the tide came rolling splashing in washed the wall away how do we tell the people in the white coats enough is enough 1