There’s a bump in the basement There’s a knocking on the wall In the pumping of the pistons I swear I heard you call
There’s a bump in the basement There’s a hole in the floor There’s a guard in the garden Locking up the door
There’s a rumble in the floorboards No shutting out the sound And the workers down below me Digging underground
Feel the building all around me Like a wrap of armoured skin But the more we are protected The more we’re trapped within
Tell it like it is Till there’s no misunderstanding When you strip it right back Man feed machine Machine feed man
Tell it like it is (And on this land, we cast our fortune) Till there’s no misunderstanding (And on this ground, we make our home) You make up what you like Man feed machine Machine feed man
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Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building Brick by brick by brick by brick we’re building |
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