In the dazzling glass offices,
They have a view over the whole city.
They pull a string & we change tracks.
On fifteen floors or more,
The elevator goes up but never down.
They pull a rope & we hang on to it.
They are in full control!*
Up in closed room,
They which everything circulates around,
They give a signal & everything stops.
They have something in the corner of their eye,
Something that sparkles can't see.
They have keys to the locks,
They can correct the language.
They have full control*
There is a brain in every city ,
That stomps the beat and changes the page.
And if something is wrong,
You can give a damn that they know it.
Little goes out but a lot goes in,
Nothing goes by - they see everything.
One phone call & everything is ready.
But who knows?
Who has control..
They have full control*