soon forgotten
deep purple
sometimes i sit and wonder
who is driving this thing
the warriors of the flat earth
have become the tyrants of the globe
it's round about that time again
it's all for one my friends
all my dreams are forgotten
i can think of nothing better
than to sit here by myself
it wasn't that good to start with
nothings quite that simple
the warriors of the flat earth
have become the tyrants of the globe
it's round about that time again
it's all for one my friends
sometimes i sit and wonder
who is driving this thing