Hoffman Lens - Night Birds

See the world through your own Hoffman Lens

With a whimper not a bang is how our operation ends

Speak your mind 'cause I guess its still your right

But no one’s going to hear you, you don’t own the rotton pipes

By the stroke of eight o’clock tomorrow morning

We’ll all be living in a new third world

They wear a suit and a tie, but they’re not your kind

They Live, They Live, They Live

Listless drones with no back bones at all

Fat and slack jawed we all go, they led us straight to the fall

They kept us numb and they kept us simple fools

He who has all of the gold gets to make all of the rules

By the stroke of eight o’clock tomorrow morning

We’ll all be living in a new third world

They wear a suit and a tie, but they’re not your kind

They Live, They Live, They Live

You should expect it, we sell out every day

The bottom line starts bottoming out

In a different light, you’ll see they’re not your kind

They Live, They Live They Live

See the world through your own Hoffman Lens

By the stroke of eight o’clock tomorrow morning

We’ll all be living in a new third world

They wear a suit and a tie, but they’re not your kind

They Live, They Live, They Live

You should expect it, we sell out every day

The bottom line starts bottoming out

In a different light, you’ll see they’re not your kind

They Live, They Live They Live