H. Hawkline
Engineers
A piece of tenderness given to a dog in good faith
No reason to suspect the chicken with the egg on its face
What to do get me all in a muddle
A choo choo like a hot train through butter
I keep my ear to the ground
To stop the bells from ringing out
Batten down the hatches, check for crumbs
The wheels are greased we're heading out, out, out
To the heart of the city where the nights are cold
Out, out, out
All the cats see us coming like a dog on show
Out, out, out
Keep your eyes on the lines got to keep them clear
Out, out, out
With their smiles to the side, they're the engineers
No money for your troubles
I'm not ready to go

I believe in love
A circle waiting for me to turn
A set of building blocks
I'm happy to dish out the return
Your to do gets me all in a muddle
A choo choo like a hot train through butter
I keep my ear to the ground
To stop the bells from ringing out
Batten down the hatches, check for crowds
The wheels are greased we're heading out, out, out
To the heart of the city where the nights are cold
Out, out, out
All the cats see us coming like a dog on show
Out, out, out
Keep your eyes on the lines got to keep them clear
Out, out, out
With their smiles to the side, they're the engineers
Out, out, out
To the heart of the city where the nights are cold
Out, out, out
All the cats see us coming like a dog on show
Out, out, out
Keep your eyes on the lines got to keep them clear
Out, out, out
With their smiles to the side, they're the engineers
No money for your troubles
I'm not ready to go