Artilleryman: We're Gonna Build A Whole New World For Ourselves. Look, They Clap Eyes On Us And We're Dead, Right? So, We Gotta Make A New Life Where They'll Never Find Us. You Know Where? Underground. You Should See It Down There, Hundreds Of Miles Of Drains, Sweet And Clean Now After The Rain, Dark, Quiet, Safe. We Can Build Houses And Everything, Start Again From Scratch. And What's So Bad About Living Underground, Eh? S'not Been So Great Living Up Here, If You Want My Opinion.



Brave New World



Artilleryman

Take A Look Around You At The World We've Come To Know

Does It Seem To Be Much More Than A Crazy Circus Show

Maybe From The Madness, Something Beautiful Will Grow

In A Brave New World, With Just A Handful Of Men,

We'll Start... We'll Start All Over Again!

All Over Again! All Over Again! All Over Again!



Artilleryman: We'll Build Shops And Hospitals And Barracks, Right Under Their Noses, Right Under Their Feet. Everything We Need: Banks, Prisons And Schools. We'll Send Scouting Parties To Collect Books And Stuff, And Then Like You We'll Teach The Kids. Not Poems And Rubbish; Science, So We Can Get Everything Working! We'll Build Villages And Towns, And... And We'll Play Each Other At Cricket! Listen, Maybe One Day We'll Capture A Fighting Machine, Eh, Learn How To Make `em Ourselves, And Then: WALLOP! Our Turn To Do Some Wiping Out! WHOOSH! With Our Heat Ray! Whoosh! And Them Running And Dying, Beaten At Their Own Game, Man On Top Again!



Artilleryman

Now Our Domination Of The Earth Is Fading Fast,

And Out Of The Confusion A Chance Has Come At Last,

To Build A Better Future From The Ashes Of The Past,

In A Brave New World, With Just A Handful Of Men,

We'll Start All Over Again!



Look, Man Is Born In Freedom, But He Soon Becomes A Slave,

In Cages Of Convention From The Cradle To The Grave,

The Weak Fall By The Wayside But The Strong Will Be Saved,

In A Brave New World, With Just