The Devil at Rest

You had time to look away
But every morning rose again
Through a looking glass
See the working class
Make the impossible come to pass
Warm in his nest
The Devil at rest
Fill the balloons
With black burning smoke
Rise on the air with a pull on a rope
Slowly ascend
Slowly ascend
The Devil at rest
Slowly ascend
Through sky with no end
Far out of reach
Of family and friends
Warm in his nest
The Devil at rest
You know your own business
Better than we do
You know what it's like
To dream up a new world
We'll cut the grass after the bombardment
But freedom and home is not our department