We're cutting it fine   We're cutting it clean   the green green grass   we're living the dream   bringing the bacon   home to be cooked      We're getting ahead   We're getting hooked   on the hot north wind   you can feel the fire   on the naked heart   her lost desire      The freaks in control   are closing in,   the clamor of bedlam   is wearing thin      And the great divide   between right and wrong,   the cry of madness   is growing strong.   Across your face   the knowledge moves,   and in your heart   the silence proves      And as you wander   in search of me,   yeah you will forget   what used to be.   I will be living   on borrowed time,   as we cross over   the forbidden line   that once was written   on desert sand      We could not see   we could not understand   all the houses   on every street   where lived the millions   we will not meet      And as we stumble   from day to day   searching for glory   on feet of clay   as we go over   the final hill   for one more conquest   one more thrill      you know the story   you know the drill      And the haunted village   will stand alone   when the dust is settled   on your ancient bones   they will be clean   picked by the crows   your carrion dream   as the ice cap flows      And the great Titanic   she sails at dawn   we will be honoured   we will be born   we're heading homeward   we're heaven-bound   we're sinking slowly   no sight or sound      And the great Titanic   she sails at dawn   we will be honoured   we will be born   we're heading homeward   we're heaven-bound   we're sinking slowly   no sight or sound