Rock Drill - The Sensational Alex Harvey Band

They’re makin' zebra crossings where the antelope did roam

And still the concrete crumbles when the water comes back home

Hey you!

Guru!

Tell me what can you do?

Can you reconstruct my structure?

Can you distribute my blues?

Interstellar travel is necessary to be where you belong

Long ago, when the earth was young and the righted plans went wrong

And Lo!

And Behold!

The Rock Drill speak, it’s the sound of stone

Where were you, little man, when I laid down the structure of your flesh and

bone?

You’ve gotta, gotta, gotta be in the Syndicate

You’ve gotta, gotta, gotta be in the Syndicate

Future politics buried in the wall

Take me to your leader, hammering on my wall

That cat with fat feet deep down in the soil

Is a-burnin', is a-burnin', burnin' up the midnight oil

You’ve gotta, gotta, gotta be in the Syndicate

You’ve gotta, gotta, gotta be in the Syndicate

Be in the Syndicate

Be in the Syndicate