Suggestions

Watching from a post up high

From where you see the ships afar

From a well-trained eye

The waves all keep on crashing by

If you are the light post

Then you own the working class

But if you want the answers

You better give a piece of your ass!

Give a piece of your ass

Warning, post-hypnotic suggestions

Running the ships ashore

The orange light that follows

Will soon proclaim itself a god

If you point your questions

The fog will surely chew you up

But if you want the answers

You better get ready for the fire!

Ready for the fire

The ships are multiplying day after day, sir

And they're coming close to the shore, sir, shore, sir

We need to evacuate the light post

It's all over, over

It's all over