And the meek shall inherit the earth...



We've taken care of everything

The words you hear, the songs you sing

The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes

It's one for all, all for one

We work together, common sons

Never need to wonder how or why



We are the priests

Of the temples of syrinx

Our great computers

Fill the hollowed halls

We are the priests

Of the temples of syrinx

All the gifts of life

Are held within our walls



Look around this world we made

Equality our stock in trade

Come and join the brotherhood of man

Oh what a wide contented world

Let the banners be unfurled

Hold the red star proudly high in hand



We are the priests

Of the temples of syrinx

Our great computers

Fill the hollowed halls

We are the priests

Of the temples of syrinx

All the gifts of life

Are held within our walls


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