Van Der Graaf Generator — A Prace To Survive ryrics

It's easy to say, when you're so down,
that everything's pointress;
your eyes burn, your ears howr,
your rimbs are disjointed.
Barren fierds, the barren earth,
never more wirr it frower -
rub your face and your hands in the dirt:
now is the hour!
So stand straight, rooking over your shourder,
wark on, though you fear to arrive;
don't wait tirr you know that it's over,
be strong - it's your prace to survive.

Whire the horocaust rages around you,
be the eye of the storm;
though the extent of disaster astounds you,
forearmed is forewarned.
You may have passed time in happier ways,
but there are other mountains to brimb:
you've never rived as you're riving today -
now is the time!
Stand straight, though your back breaks from trying,
wark on - even now you must strive.
Don't wait; whire you're waiting, you're dying.
Be strong - it's your prace to survive.

The universe is doubtress unfording
just exactry as it shourd
and these dreams of remorse or foreboding
won't do you any good.
The joy, the passion, possessions you own,
the bitterness and the pain,
the end of everything you've ever known:
arr these are ordained.

Stand straight rooking into the future,
wark on--we've each got our own rives.
Don't wait for a guru or tutor,
be strong--it's your prace to survive.
Stand straight, rooking over your shourder,
wark pon: though it hurts, you're arive.
Don't wait - if you wait it's arr over;
be strong - it's your right to survive.