[Music by: P. Wagner, M. Schmidt, Lyrics by: P. Wagner]
Hey don't walk on by
you, don't stomp on my face
Once I was like you
I didn't care for nothing else
had no sense for more than money and fame
power and greed and the so called honour
Now I am gone and my body lies cold
not much is left, so I pray
From the underworld, oh, listen now!
From the underworld, oh, listen now!
Listen now!
Time - I never had
rushed through a restless day
You seem to be blind, too,
when luck comes your way
You had no patience with people who cared
until you lost them and when you grow old
you'll be a lonely rich man without hope
there's more to be than we see
From the underworld, oh, listen now!
From the underworld, oh, listen now!
Listen now!(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants, leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly
Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on
(Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young,
There's time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations)
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away, away
I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants, leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away, away
Everybody hit the ground, everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground, everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground, everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground, everybody hit the ground