Lyrics
Who walks the King's road?
Who fears the King?
Who fears the King?
Fuck the King!
Fuck the King!
Hah! Hah! Hah!
Time to bury you in the desert!
Here come the surveyors
Here come all the surveyors
Better show them
Better show them some respect!
Energy is mass multiplied by the speed of light squared
That's a big number, and you're pretty big
We've got more of you than we can use
And the cameras in orbit will survey
The lines on the Earth that show where the corn is
And the crater that we made
Out of you times son of a bitch squared!
Here come the surveyors
Here come all the surveyors
Better show them
Make them lose
Show them, make them lose!
Hah! Hah! Hah!
Hah! Hah!
Surveyors, surveyors
(Hah! Hah!)
Surveyors, surveyors
(Hah! Hah!)
Surveyors, surveyors
(Hah! Hah!)
Surveyors, surveyors
