Opus - Uranium Club

Secrets and lies

The age old prize of knowing

That you have the truth

But what’s fact to others

Might not always be what’s fact to you

With just one eye you spy a reality

Out of touch

But you don’t matter much

You don’t matter much

We don’t matter much

You don’t matter much

We don’t matter much

You don’t matter much

We don’t matter much

What’s for lunch?

The gadgets spread above our heads

Erasing the world from view

Welcomed us in downwind

To a club for folks like me and you

The sun is rising from a cloud of dust

It’s the middle of the night

Don’t you look alright?

I feel alright

Yeah, you look alright

I feel alright

You look out of sight

I feel alright

You look dynamite

A: We built the wheel

B: It was easy, it’s just a wheel

C: The Uranium Club

A: We eat our feet

B: Sometimes I say a lot of stupid stuff

C: The Uranium Club

A: We split the sheets

B: Cuz a guy has got to sleep sometime

C: The Uranium Club

C: The Uranium Club

C: The Uranium Club

A: We built the bomb

B: Well not us, but those other guys —

C: The Uranium Club