Chumbawamba - Smith & Taylor lyrics

Built with lives Remembered in plans A history of no ones For the glory of just one man Should Smith now fall Then Taylor takes his place We're measuring our progress By burying our waste Pyramids, palaces Railways and mills Viaducts, offices Pipelines and can*ls Bells for the architect Ringing through the land A hundred honest men to wash The ink stains from his hands For the forging of words Comes easy as sleep Stones for Smith & Taylor Their memories to keep Every maiden voyage Leaves a widow on the shore And every blessed spire Sees the earth get its reward