Wind powers our sails
But if it should fail,
Shall we get the motor running?
Need the fuel to run the engine,
To give unto us light.
So we can make a new invention, right?
Batten down the hatches,
Something’s coming,
Something big and ugly.
Better go and lock the door.
Something’s coming . . .
When you hear the battle cry,
Come in with the tide,
You know there’s trouble coming.
The temperature starts to rise
And cannons will fire.
Fire up the machine, get a head of steam,
Working with the cogs and pistons.
We’ve detected a disturbance,
Bigger fish to fry,
So no-one try to be a wise guy.
Batten down the hatches,
Something’s coming,
Something big and ugly.
Better go and lock the door.
Something’s coming . . .
When you hear the battle cry,
Come in with the tide,
You know there’s trouble coming.
The temperature starts to rise
And cannons will fire.
