Search you'll find no flies   On a parabol this size no you won't   With all our flagrant passes   We incur upon the people   To privatize the monuments   And publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore      Then they used to hurt      Race the ramparts high   'neath the canopy of lies as it were   Amidst the subtle traces   Whether particle or bone   We detect a weakness, yes   The sense we have honed don't work anymore      And they used to work      Amidst the subtle traces   Whether particle or bone   We detect a weakness, yes   The sense we have honed don't work anymore      Then they used to work      One could say we've lost the space race   One could say we've lost the space race   One could say we've lost the space race   And another one could say we're won