Letras
It's an old profession
(He's crossing, he's crossing)
Of subtle artillery
(He's crossing, he's crossing)
Rough wheels meshing
(He's crossing, he's crossing)
Button out, button in
O ho ho ho
O o o o o
O ho ho ho
O o o
The tall general will mine
A few bridges tonight
Stroking soft machinery
Fanfare at dawn
Courting green steel (O o o o o)
Lined up for world war
(One, two, three, four)
It's an old profession
(He's crossing)
Of subtle artillery
(He's crossing)
Rough wheels meshing
(He's crossing)
On a landscape with no trees
The tall general points
To the distance
(Bang bang, alright)
Disconnects his power supply
Writes a stiff note to his nearest
And dearest
He takes the battle plan
And contemplates his fly
It's an old profession
(He's crossing)
Of subtle artillery
(He's crossing)
Rough wheels meshing
(He's crossing)
Button out
The tall General
Flies by the seat of history
The tall General
Is crossing (Crossing)
The tall General
He thinks inevitability
The tall General
Is definitely crossing
With spit and with polish
Time for desperate measures
The pain in the forehead
From holding up to the pressures
Of life on the rim
Of the convenient alliance
Out on the rim
Let me out on the rim
The tall General will walk
Across the compound
(Left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right)
With his briefcase and ID
Later they'll post him
Seemingly missing
He's gonna be a Generalski
The tall General
Flies by the seat of history
The tall General
Is crossing, is crossing (Crossing)
The tall General
He thinks inevitability
The tall General
Is definitely crossing (Crossing)
The tall General
The tall General
Is definitely crossing
