كلمات Less Cities, More Moving People

Another home falls by the wayside A few old cushions stuffed with pride A hand is shaking from the rubble This spirit is still alive A servant bares his occupation Breaks his back just growing old Never mind his views were taken Just saw by the rules of old Less cities more moving people Rushing out with pride Less cities more moving people Hands that once were tied A church bell rang for the occasion The average man learns what's in store Now he sees where his life was taken Fighting heat, but growing old Less cities more moving people Rushing out with pride Less cities more moving people Hands that once were tied Is this what we call education Just watch the wheel of time revolve But why is this not what I'm thinking Just one mind and the unknown Less cities more moving people Rushing out with pride Cities are moving people Who just forgot their lives