Get off your high horse politician man
Get off your high horse come lend a hand
Sitting way up there you'll never understand
You gotta touch the earth if you wanna learn the land
You're not an elephant or a donkey you are just a man
Blessed with the gift of grab and the crafty hand
Why you wanna be an animal I just can't understand
Stop your greedy grazing and come and work the land
All the flowers are plastic and all the fruit is canned
All our castles built on beaches and are made of sand
All the dreams of our children are of the candyman
Yes we are marching with your beat to the city of the damned
So come on in and at this table dine
The soup was made by Miriam the potatoes were mine
From the lord we inherited all this bread and wine
Some come on sit down you'll fit in just fine
All the flowers are plastic and all the fruit is canned
All our castles built on beaches are made of sand
All the dreams our children dreaming are of the candyman
Yes we are marching with your beat to the city of the damned