The Devil at Rest (Album) - Mekons

You had time to look away, but every morning rose again, through the looking

glass, see the working class, make the impossible, come to pass

Warm his nest, the devil at rest

Fill the balloons with black, rising smoke

Rise on the air with a pull on a rope, slowly ascend, slowly ascent

The devil at rest

Slowly ascend, through sky with no end

Followed of reach, of family and friends

Warm his nest, the devil at rest

You know your own business, better than we do, you know what it’s like to dream

up a new world

We cut the the grass after the bombardment, but freedom at home,

is not a department