This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Baby gets born, rolls on his back,
Opens his eyes and hears a voice
A-saying oh
I'll tell you a secret about yourself,
I'll tell you a secret about yourself
Your father was bad, his father was bad,
His father was bad need I go any further on?
You not gonna try to involve yourself,
Your pliable head is a walking hope
'Cause even now, there's a bone snapping,
Doughy embryo, bloody hands clapping,
The blood is clapping
If all the boys say you did it,
And all the girls say you did it,
And if all the boys say you did it,
And all the girls say you did it
Then man, you're as guilty as the ones the came before,
You sleepwalked over here, the drawbridge creaks ignored.
So leave the engine room and go,
Leave the engine room and build a road,
Leave the engine room, the steam will peter out and I'm
Tired of the centuries passing, the vacuum and the womb
And I respect that things have changed and I'm alone
And I remember snatches here,
And I involve myself with utter madness
Leave me lounging, with my nerves butchered,
And the ceiling torched, in the birth canal
Cos even now, there's a bomb dropping,
It's ever dropping
'Cause all the boys say I did it,
And all the girls say I did it,
And mother all the boys say I did it,
And all the girls say I did it
And man, I'm as guilty as the ones that came before.
Opens his eyes and hears a voice
A-saying oh
I'll tell you a secret about yourself,
I'll tell you a secret about yourself
Your father was bad, his father was bad,
His father was bad need I go any further on?
You not gonna try to involve yourself,
Your pliable head is a walking hope
'Cause even now, there's a bone snapping,
Doughy embryo, bloody hands clapping,
The blood is clapping
If all the boys say you did it,
And all the girls say you did it,
And if all the boys say you did it,
And all the girls say you did it
Then man, you're as guilty as the ones the came before,
You sleepwalked over here, the drawbridge creaks ignored.
So leave the engine room and go,
Leave the engine room and build a road,
Leave the engine room, the steam will peter out and I'm
Tired of the centuries passing, the vacuum and the womb
And I respect that things have changed and I'm alone
And I remember snatches here,
And I involve myself with utter madness
Leave me lounging, with my nerves butchered,
And the ceiling torched, in the birth canal
Cos even now, there's a bomb dropping,
It's ever dropping
'Cause all the boys say I did it,
And all the girls say I did it,
And mother all the boys say I did it,
And all the girls say I did it
And man, I'm as guilty as the ones that came before.
Lyrics submitted by SteveBlythe
Leave the Engine Room Lyrics as written by Jeremy Joseph Pritchard Alexander Kaines Robertshaw
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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I have to say that their songs are about the human condition generally it seems to me, using specific things to be sure but there's an eye on human frailty human history, who we are and what we're doing. This is 'about guilt' according to Jonathan, inherited guilt, the absurdity of being born guilty which occurs in any conflict which goes on longer than a generation (Israel, northern Ireland, Yugoslavia etc) The engine room = the womb ?