We don't like it anymore, than you do We don't like it anymore, than you do All in the time we'll push the end of the line We thank you for your life and fulfillment Thank-you for your life and fulfillment Thank-you for your life and fulfillment And all of the tween will, shall ne'er be seen And founded by the sons of our children Founded by the sons of our children Founded by the sons of our children Protecting the secret with hands on the wheel Ride on, ride on through the fields Ride on, ride on through the fields Ride on, ride on through the fields Come back, come back will you Stand up and sing with us Stopped with a chop in the neck (O.K.) Turn to face the sun In the moonlight Turn to face the sun In the moonlight We're in the old routine With you, with the machine There are places on the grass in the graveyard There are places on the grass in the graveyard There are places on the grass in the graveyard There may'be a virus in, they're welcome to join us Sitting in every evening in the house (Make me happy)