lead them by the nose bring them to your knees
wind them round your little finger drop them at your feet
(but there's something in the air)
we must have cattle and clerics
to wait on our hand and our foot
they run up our suits and our music
and they do all our thinking for us
but they should know there are limits
(it's not that we've grounds for distrust)
but if they don't temper out thinking
they'll do all our dying for us
lead them by the nose bring them to your knees
wind them round your little finger drop them at your feet
'cause there's one born every minute
more than one born every minute
(sometimes there's one minute too many in this day and age)
as sure as there is air they need us need us
but there's something in the air and we don't like it like it
we use all the pigs and the peasants
to eat what we shat in the dust
so while chemicals swell up our body
they do all our starving for us
we must have our sheep and our primates
we told them we live for their love
so they don't know a fact from a fiction
and they do all our lying for us
one born every minute (more than)
flying things crawling things
big game small game it's all the same
dumb friends vermin
we feed ‘em and eat ‘em in exchange
think it over! think back!
every minute
born
one
more than
they do all our lying-thinking-starving-living for us
but they should know there are limits
(it's not that we've grounds for distrust)
but if they don't temper our thinking
they'll do all our dying for us
lead them by the nose bring them to your knees
wind them round your little finger drop them at your feet
as sure as there is air they think the world of us
the world of us
but there's something in the air and we're disturbed disturbed
'cause there's one born every minute
more than one born every minute
(sometimes there's one minute too many in this day and age)
dick witts 