Many years ago he looked out through a glassless 
window.
All that he could see was Babylon.
Beautiful green fields and dreams,
And learn to measure the stars.
But there was a worry in his heart.

He said,
How could [bad word] to this?
I'm really worried about living.
How could [bad word] to this?
Yeah I really want to know about this.
Is it like today?

Then there came a day.
It moved out 'cross the Mediterranean.
Came to western isles and the Freek young men.
And with their silver beards they laughed
At the unknown universe.
They could sit and guess God's name.

But they said,
How could [bad word] to this?
We're really worried about living.
How could [bad word] to this.
Yeah, we really want to know about this.
Is it like today?

Then there followed days of Kings, Empires and 
revolution.
Blood just looks the same when you open the veins.
But sometijmes it was faith, power or reason as the 
cornerstone.
But the furrowed brow has never left his face.

He said,
How could [bad word] to this?
We've been living in a landslide!
How could [bad word] to this?
Yeah, we really want to know about this.
Is it like today?

Then there came a day, man packed up,
Flew off from the planet.
He went to the moon,
Now he's out in space,
Hey, fixing all the problems.
 [bad word] face to face with God.

How could [bad word] to this?
I'm really worried 'bout my creation.
How did [bad word] to this?
You 're really killing me, you know.
It isn't just today?
Is it like today?
Is it like today?
Bang!