Opus

Secrets and lies
 The age old prize of knowing
 That you have the truth
 But what's fact to others
 Might not always be what's fact to you
 With just one eye you spy a reality
 Out of touch
 But you don't matter much
 You don't matter much
 We don't matter much
 You don't matter much
 We don't matter much
 You don't matter much
 We don't matter much
 What's for lunch?
 The gadget spread above our heads
 Erasing the world from view
 Welcomed us in downwind
 To a club for folks like me and you
 The sun is rising from a cloud of dust
 It's the middle of the night
 Don't you look alright?
 I feel alright
 Yeah, you look alright
 I feel alright
 You look out of sight
 I feel alright
 You look dynamite
 A: We built the wheel
 B: It was easy, it's just a wheel
 C: The Uranium Club
 A: We eat our feet
 B: Sometimes I say a lot of stupid stuff
 C: The Uranium Club
 A: We split the sheets
 B: Cuz a guy has got to sleep sometime
 C: The Uranium Club
 C: The Uranium Club
 C: The Uranium Club
 A: We built the bomb
 B: Well not us, but those other guys -
 C: The Uranium Club