Deja Vu, All Over Again
Déjà vu, All Over Again.
There is a hustle
and a bustle
Of excitement
in the dark.
As approaches,
Those Days
and That Time,
Of free reign
over men.
Oh, they will make bricks
They will make bricks
Who think to ascend,
Building their Tower,
Babel to the sky
To the sky
They will make bricks
It is their right
With all their might
To make more bricks
All night. . .
And if there were
a star
If there were a light
In all the darkness
Who would see it?
When they never look up
They never look up
And seek to find.
No they never look up
They never look up
All night. . .
Oh, they will make bricks
They will make bricks
Who think to ascend,
Building their Tower,
Babel to the sky
To the sky
They will make bricks
It is their right
With all their might
To make more bricks
All night. . .
(C)
