Text: Forward, Russia. Nine.

Hailed brilliant, another combination,
I'm assured that it's not your care
Hailed brilliant, another conversation,
but they couldn't touch your Hemingway

But they can't distort our love again
But they can't distort our love again

And the failure of the Nile
To provide a modern life
Was the excuse that you'd waited for
And the failure of the Nile
To distinguish black from white
Was enough to break your bows and arrows

Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture (x13)
Lost, lost, lost, and you're on your way

And the failure of the Nile
To provide a modern life
Was the excuse that you'd waited for
And the failure of the Nile
To distinguish black from white
Was enough to break your bows and arrows

Hailed brilliant, another combination,
I'm assured that it's not your care
Hailed brilliant, another conversation,
but they couldn't touch your Hemingway

Juncture!
Juncture!

And the failure of the Nile
To provide a modern life
Was the excuse that you'd waited for
And the failure of the Nile
To distinguish wrong from right
Was enough to break your bows and arrows down
To the earth
To the ground