TV Smith - March Of The Giants lyrics

You rise up over the skyline Pushing everything out of your way All around the dogs start howling And the ground starts to sway My house is made out of matchsticks Your map has got a big 'X' on You're so busy hiking your empire up You'd let a baby drop from your arms No-one can put a spring In your step Or thaw your heart It's not art, it's not science It's a march of the giants I wake up as the great leap forward Crashes down on my newspaper bed Right now I need another place to shop Like a hole in the back of my head I'll get another high-rise block Whether I want it or not It's not art, it's not science It's the march of the giants I'm staying small While you grow strong On a human scale of one to ten I'm registering none And I may be the first test-tube adult But I don't know, I can't hear myself think Over the click of the geiger counter And the roar of the motoway link There's a thousand homely dreams That lie beneath your bulldozer, dead When you demonstrate your talents Clouds blacken and rivers run red What you do for an extra slice Of your daily bread Is not art, and it's not science It's a march of the giants No-one can lighten your step Or thaw your heart It's not art, it's not science It's a march of the giants