They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold, for the gold   We fall for the same lies we all have the same shoes to fit      The preachers and books of your empire will fight here alone   Some day the will be forgotten and die one by one      The walls the walls are coming down   The here and now is coming round   It will some day let you down   The ships the ships are coming in   The great ideas are wearing thin   There is nothing left to do      For atoms have gone as far as atoms will go   Your books write themselves   They line up in row after row      The walls the walls are coming down   The here and now is coming round   It will some day let you down   The ships the ships are coming in   The great ideas are wearing thin   There is nothing left to do