Now he's done with the paper
Proving that luck is the downfall of freebirds
Now seeing to his alm check
From the tribune pays his lunch at the faculty
First they seized the red alliance
Then the merchant trading science
Then the kosher band of brothers
And nobody was left to
Call out when they came to me
Now clutched in his hand
Keys to the vault storing wildlife and matters
Wild acres are blooming
By his wand till he's done and retired
First they seized the red alliance
Then the merchant trading science
Then the kosher band of brothers
And nobody was left to
Call out when they came to me
Only men of high forseeing
Drag their missions off from the scene
Silently one straining his seed
One dollar for your truth
One million for the warding men of no redemption
Only relying on good intention
Of the professor's longed for invention
Only those who can forsee
What he is quering live on the scene
Led by the high-end moral of greed
One dollar for your truth
One million for to silent the oath of the professor
Violent the breach of his oppressor
Loud is the preacher, wild is the dreamer's vow