Comecon - The House That Man Built Lyrics
A palace of crystal on a postament of slimeRule of refinement, rats in the cellarRestless and climbing as slime and mud come floodingGrace greased by ingratitude and greedBy a despicable debris of delinquence and debaucheryThe palace is of crystal, but the postament is slimeHouse man builtHouse man builtHouse man builtHouse man builtThis house was built, god is deadDead is gone, god is goneNo body's found, unstable groundBut the house was builtThrow out the ballast and the vessel will be fasterThe called are over-crowding the marketLet the chooser be the marketAnd the losers - We'll wall out all the losersAnd those among us who turned foul, they're growing more for every hourThe rich are getting richer, the poor begin to stealAs multiplied police force feels more righteous than wealthprogramGaps widening till it all bursts asunderThrew out the ballast and the vessel went underHouse man builtHouse man builtHouse man builtHouse man builtThis house was built, god is deadDead is gone, god is goneNo body's found, unstable groundBut the house was builtThe scene is set for a grand new warThis war is final - No new markets to exploreThis war will transport us through the doorWhen all is fire, god will set the scoreHouse man builtMan builtHouse man builtMan builtHouse man builtHouse man built
