Who walks the king's road?
Who fears the king?

Who fears the king?
Fuck the king! Fuck the king!

Caw! Caw! Caw!

Should've buried you in the desert
Here come the surveyors
Here come all the surveyors
Let us show them
Let's show them some respect

Energy is mass multiplied by the speed of light squared
That's a big number
& you're pretty big
We've got more of you than we can use

& the cameras in orbit will survey
Lines on the earth
That show where the corn is,
& the crater that we made out of you
Times son-of-a-bitch squared!

Here come the surveyors
Here come all the surveyors
Let's show them
Make someone show them
Make someone

Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!

Surveyors! Surveyors! Caw! Caw!
Surveyors! Surveyors! Caw! Caw!
Surveyors! Surveyors!


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