Prospekt's march/Poppyfields lyrics

Smoke is rising from the houses

People burying their dead

I ask somebody what the time is

But time doesn't matter to them yet

People talking without speaking

Trying to take what they can get

I ask you if you remember

Prospekt how could I forget?

Drums!

Here it comes

Don't you wish that life could be as simple

As fish swimming round in a barrel

When you've got the gun?

Oh and I run

Here it comes

We're just two little figures in a soup bowl

Trying to get behind some kind of control

But I wasn't one

But here am I on my own in a separate sky

And here I lie on my own in a separate sky

I don't wanna die on my own here tonight

And here I lie on my own in a separate sky