Tears of the feeble, hands of the slaves
Skin of the mothers, mouths of the babes
Building the towers belongs to the sky
When the whole thing comes crashing down, don't ask me why /ONE\
Under the shelf, the shelf of the sky
Two eyes, two suns, too heavenly blinds
Swallowing rivers belongs to the sea
When the whole thing washes away don't run to me /TWO\
I'll be going down for the rest of the slide
While the rest of you harvest the gold /THREE\Hey Dog, there's a message in here. /ONE\is 911; the {twin towers} and /TWO\predicts a bomb in the ocean or an attack to cause a large flood. Then /THREE\ ??slide show and collect your pay for these attacks. Hey Dog , we better check this tune out. The windows of the towers look like shelves in a large desk. Skin of the mothers', could this be the women who were killed by chemical bombs in Iraq. 'Two suns' could this be Saddams 2 sons, Hey Dog, when was this song written and by who, I must investigate him. FEthers won't only resolve global warming but global terrorism also. Yaaa