Kaipa End Of The Rope
Over and out, we power down
We put our bombers on the ground
In silent bookends of the east
In struggle for peace
Over and done they close the shop
Another iron -curtain drop
Listening to the vipers move
Red dragon to black snake
So the dusty old world is bound to slide away
And still I am paralysed, frightened
When the changes take place
Eagerly waiting to board the train
Like a desert flower cries for rain,
And soon the masses turn the stone
Deceived to the bone
Iconized fathers of the land
From labour doom we take a stand
With newborn right to speak our mind
We leave you behind
So the dusty old world is bound to slide away
And still I am paralysed, frightened
When the changes take place
Well worn out sisters who worked the fields
And brothers who turned the Union wheels
With no reward on earth in sight
They'd cry to the night
Finally hit the end of the rope
No more stars in their kaleidoscope
Promised land still not in sight
Black holes in their eyes
So the dusty old world is bound to slide away
And still I am paralysed, frightened
When the changes take place
Over and out
Over and done
This dusty old world
Is bound to slide away
