Sensational Alex Harvey Band Rock Drill
They're makin' zebra crossings where the antelope did roam And still the concrete crumbles when the water comes back home Hey you! Guru! Tell me what can you do? Can you reconstruct my structure? Can you distribute my blues? Interstellar travel is necessary to be where you belong Long ago, when the earth was young and the righted plans went wrong And Lo!... And Behold! The Rock Drill speak; It's the sound of stone! Where were you, little man, When I laid down the structure of your flesh and bone?
You've gotta...gotta, gotta Be in the Syndicate! You've gotta...gotta, gotta Be in the Syndicate!
Future politics buried in the wall Take me to your leader, hammering on my wall That cat with fat feet deep down in the soil Is a-burnin'... Is a-burnin'... Burnin' up the midnight oil!
You've gotta...gotta, gotta Be in the Syndicate! You've gotta...gotta, gotta Be in the Syndicate! Be in the Syndicate! Be in the Syndicate!
