Born Every Minute Songtext
von The Passage

Lead them by the nose
Bring them to your knees
Wind them round your little finger
Drop them at your feet
Lead them by the nose
Bring them to your knees
Wind them round your little finger
Drop them at your feet

But there′s something in the air
We must have cattle and clerics
To wave to the hand and not books
They run our bus, suits and our music
And they do all our thinking for us
But they should know there are limits
It's not that we′d rather be struck
But if they don't temper our thinking
They'll do all our dying for us


Lead them by the nose
Bring them to your knees
Wind them round your little finger
Drop them at your feet

′Cause there′s more than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
More than one born every minute

No rest from dusk to dawn
More sinned against than sinning
Sometimes there's one minute too many
Too many in the same age

As sure as there is air
They need us, need us
But there′s something in the air
And we don't like it, like it
As sure as there is air
They need us, need us
But there′s something in the air
And we don't like it, like it


We use all the pigs and the peasants
To weed what we shat in the dust
So our chemicals swallow poor bodies
They do all our starving for us
We must have our sheep and our primates
We told them we live for their love
So they don′t know a fact from a fiction
And they do all our lying for us

More than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
No rest from dusk to dawn
More sinned against than sinning

Flying things, crawling things
Big game, small game, it's all the same
Dumb friends, vermin
We feed them and eat them in exchange

Think it over, think back
Think it over, think back
Think it over, think back
Think it over, think back

Every minute, every minute
Every minute, every minute

Born every minute, born every minute
Born every minute, born every minute

One born every minute, one born every minute
One born every minute, one born every minute
One born every minute, more than one born every minute
One born every minute, more than one born every minute

Lead them by the nose
Bring them to your knees
Wind them round your little finger
Drop them at your feet

As sure as there is air
They think the world of us, the world of us
But there's something in the air
And we′re disturbed, disturbed

They do all our lying for us
They do all our thinking for us
They do all our starving for us
They do all our living for us

But they should know there are limits
It′s not that we'd rather be struck
But if they don′t temper our thinking
They'll do all our dying for us

As sure as there is air
They think the world of us, the world of us
But there′s something in the air
And we're disturbed, disturbed

′Cause there's more than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
More than one born every minute
No rest from dusk to dawn
More sinned against than sinning

Sometimes there's one minute too many
Too many in the same age

Lead them by the nose
But if they don′t temper our thinking
As sure as there is air
They′ll do all our dying for us