If it looks like it's descending
Feels like never ending
Bring it down
If the cops are on the table
System looks disabled
Heads are bowed
I hope my mother and father will forgive all the records I stole
Guess they had more control than they thought
Looks like I can be bought
Some make a mountain out of silver and gold, then go blind from the glare
Feeling so cold
Then I behold
Yogis on mountaintops living on nothing but air
If it looks like it's descending
Feels like never ending
Bring it down
If the cops are on the table
System looks disabled
Heads are bowed
Some make a mountain out of silver and gold, then go blind from the glare
Feeling so cold
Then I behold
Yogis on mountaintops
Climbing to nowhere
Thinking of no one
Just doing nothing
Climbing to nowhere
Living on nothing but air