The needle in the hatestack
Has got the hay's wealth packed
The shiny golden greenback
Has stirred the herd on a one-way track
The captain shouts and the waves crack
Then scurries safely under the deck
The black lamb in the wolf pack
Has got them fighting back to back
Are we really near, are we really here?
Meant to disappear, are we gonna fall?
And the great ones call, our tears on the wall
Our fears standing tall. Are we really here?