Lyrics

When the boots of history start walking
well you better get in line
Cuz the great men do the talking
and the small men do the dyin'
when the kings and queens come callin'
well we all know the drill,
You and I my friend are just grist for the mill

All the smartest minds,
the lieges and the lords,
they've got the world mapped out
on top of a chess board
picking out their move
staking out their claim
and you and I are pieces
just pawns in their game

Our lives are planned
from start to end
and if we're good
we can pretend
but we don't get to comprehend
because the brilliant and the best of us
have big plans for the rest of us

When the boots of history start walking
well you better get in line
Cuz the great men do the talking
and the small men do the dyin'
when the kings and queens come callin'
well we all know the drill,
You and I my friend are just grist for the mill


They're acting as the Fates,
they're doing out our twine
they've picked out all the dates
when how born and how we die,
Don't over step your bounds
you don'y know the score
just understand your place
to fight a rich man's war

Our lives are planned
from start to end
and if we're good
we can pretend
but we don't get to comprehend
because the brilliant and the best of us
have big plans for the rest of us

When the boots of history start walking
well you better get in line
Cuz the great men do the talking
and the small men do the dyin'
when the kings and queens come callin'
well we all know the drill,
You and I my friend are just grist for the mill