You’re bringing us down
You’re bringing us down
You’re bringing us down
Here in the symphony in the five man band
Trying to sympathize but you can’t understand
Set my mind to interbarometer
Move so slow from desk to dresser
It fell down without a sound
It took five years just to get down
Who put up the flag?
We haven’t got a door yet
If they storm the floor tonight leave the pistol by your bed
We have jeopardized our situation
Disengage the ammunition
We are on a mercy mission
Bringing us down
Who put up the flag?
We haven’t got a door yet
If they storm the floor tonight take the pills beside your bed
Jeopardized our situation
Disengage the ammunition
We are on a mercy mission
Take away the golden epaulettes
From the fallen dead cadets
Let’s arrange it as their epitaph
For the bodies in the acid bath
Drag the sea coast and go for the gusto
The man with the plan said the foreman must go
If the chief don’t fight let the chief go ahead
The squad and the scout will stay in bed
If the chief says jump I’ll say “not I”
If the chief says jump I’ll say “how high?”