I'm one of them slaving away at King Cheops' pyramid
That's us working down there by the base
And we wear ourselves out and sweat to not fall behind
And you feel sorry for those who can't make their quota
And once you've come here
You'll never again be free
If you quit here you quit in a hole
But they say the king is the son of the sun
Behind fifteen double bolts, behind fifteen double locks
The country holds court in the halls of power
Here is nothing that threatens, nothing that disturbs
Here the thoughts and the rooms are equally cool
And if someone has to die
Or others are to be beaten
There'll be others who can carry out the orders
Up here are never heard cries of anguish and screams
But when the night grows long
We like to sing a song
That those who rule over us can hear on the wind
About a people who lived once upon a time
Who wanted to build a tower
That would reach all the way up to the heavens
But the higher they got
The more separated they became
Those who lived at the top from those at the bottom
And in the end the tower grew so high
That those up there and down there
Could no longer understand each other
And then the tower toppled and fell down
So it seems as if in every age and with every people
There are those who want to build pyramids
Where they themselves sit atop and have power in their hands
Whilst those who live down below suffer
But if those up in the blue
No longer want to understand
But instead despise those who give them food
Then the pyramids will in the end become their graves
