TV Smith - March Of The Giants Lyrics
You rise up over the skylinePushing everything out of your wayAll around the dogs start howlingAnd the ground starts to swayMy house is made out of matchsticksYour map has got a big 'X' onYou're so busy hiking your empire upYou'd let a baby drop from your armsNo-one can put a spring In your stepOr thaw your heartIt's not art, it's not scienceIt's a march of the giantsI wake up as the great leap forwardCrashes down on my newspaper bedRight now I need another place to shopLike a hole in the back of my headI'll get another high-rise blockWhether I want it or notIt's not art, it's not scienceIt's the march of the giantsI'm staying smallWhile you grow strongOn a human scale of one to tenI'm registering noneAnd I may be the first test-tube adultBut I don't know, I can't hear myself thinkOver the click of the geiger counterAnd the roar of the motoway linkThere's a thousand homely dreamsThat lie beneath your bulldozer, deadWhen you demonstrate your talentsClouds blacken and rivers run redWhat you do for an extra sliceOf your daily breadIs not art, and it's not scienceIt's a march of the giantsNo-one can lighten your stepOr thaw your heartIt's not art, it's not scienceIt's a march of the giants
