the honest way

to tell the truth may well seem rude
we are supposed to whine and mutter
when faced by angry multitude
to tell the truth may well seem rude

if you've a proper servile attitude
you'll eat your bread with tasty butter
to tell the truth may well seem rude
we are supposed to whine and mutter

messages sent along the wires
must be received with humble thanks
the sun's been hidden by the fires
messages sent along the wires

our masters one and all are liars
their happiness is in the banks
messages sent along the wires
must be received with humble thanks

the knowledge that all of us seek
is not the kind that shall set free
be servile humble soft and meek
the knowledge that all of us seek

we do our jobs week after week
new rings are added to the tree
the knowledge that all of us seek
is not the kind that shall set free

truth has been told but never heard
our eyes are focused on the past
our sense of duty's quite absurd
truth has been told but never heard

the secret's not in hidden word
the line into the lake's been cast
truth has been told but never heard
our eyes are focused on the past

the signal flag has not been flown
light shines upon the highest tower
the danger has not yet been shown
the signal flag has not been flown

we pass into the great unknown
one by one hour after hour
the signal flag has not been flown
light shines upon the highest tower

determined to achieve our goal
up mountain path we strive to climb
we're fearful of our proper role
determined to achieve our goal

alone we fear we'll be made whole
and have to account for our time
determined to achieve our goal
up mountain path we strive to climb

the sun will burn all things to white
make a clean fire of all our hope
we're all inured to fret and fright
the sun will burn all things to white

we've no idea of truth or right
our feet are set on the high slope
the sun will burn all things to white
make a clean fire of all our hope

all that we see was once well-hid
our vision is of a fine place
to serve and conquer we are bid
all that we see was once well hid

of all delusions we're well-rid
and know the confines of our space
all that we see was once well-hid
our vision is of a fine place

all of our hopes have turned to ash
but hearts are firm and minds are sure
we know the diamond from the trash
all of our hopes have turned to ash

we're worth much more than simple cash
the future's never been more secure
all of our hopes have turned to ash
but hearts are firm and minds are sure