Sam Phillips - Cruel Inventions lyrics

Two men with empty pockets put lipstick on a little girl And another dream goes by They make her ride the rockets That fall into a sea of pearl And another dream goes by Power stealing through Fading out of view Our cruel inventions The beat generation all got on the morning train And another dream goes by They left me at the station Breathing dust from hopeless rain And another dream goes by Un-invent the wheel of endless greed Let conscience run like a river like a dreamer A world of elevators with music like magazines And another dream goes by Magnetic separators divided by a wall of screens And another dream goes by