Up With People - Lambchop

Yes there comes a booming sound 
It used to come from underground 
Now it emenates 
From a kind of welfare state 
Of the soul 
Yeah baby of the soul 

And of the sweet sweet soul 
Let's be certain 
Of the deliberate monologue 
As sure as if it will fall 
Across you 
Unto you 
Will most certainly leave the doing undone 

Come on undone 

And we are doing 
And we are screwing 
Up our lives today 
What's that we chanted 
It's this we planted 
C'mon progeny