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Watching from a post up high From where you see the ships afar From a well-trained eye The waves all keep on crashing by If you are the light post Then you own the working class But if you want the answers You better give a piece of ass Give a piece of your ass Warning, post hypnotic suggestions Running the ships ashore The orange light that follows Will soon proclaim itself a god If you point your questions The fog will surely chew you up But if you want the answers You better get ready for the fire Get ready for the fire The ships are multiplying day after day, sir And they're coming close to the shore, sir, shore, sir We need to evacuate the light post It's all over, over It's all over, over