To the sound of the world
Clanging of steel
Iron girders as well
No wood to be found
No plaster too
Just concrete and glass
And plastic tubes
Listen to the world
I get up make my breakfast and then
Off to work about nine a.m.
I set to work
With my scissors and comb
I do ladies hair
And then my own
Listen to the world
A friend he’s there
At the factory gates
He’s there at seven
Starts at eight
Working machines
Grinding steel
Making limbs
On plastic wheels
Listen to the world
I knew a lady
She was a char
She was very thorough
She’d take the place apart
She’d clean it all
Inside out
Then put it back
Without a doubt
Listen to the world
This world is becoming
Very lax
With machines and machines
Doing most of the work
You’d think we’d have time
To study the facts
And let the worlds people
Know about that
Listen to the world
Concrete hell
Glass house world
Plastic hell
Concrete world
Glass house hell
Plastic world
With bombs
Bombs as well
Listen to the world