At the dawn of every day the last of their kind have to drag themselves to the mighty bells With nearly no strength left they start to play the melody, which is their breath of life They hate all cigarettes cause they die from smoke and they can kill one hundred rats with a single stroke They throw salt in the oceans and paint the sky blue They trigger our emotions and they crumble at first view They remove all plaques from every blood vessel but mending the earth's cracks is where they excel And they hope to hear the bells one more time The melody of the bells refills their strength which they lost from fulfilling their task If they want to, their life is without an end if they decide to do a little less They hate all cigarettes cause they die from smoke and they can kill one hundred rats with a single stroke They throw salt in the oceans and paint the sky blue They trigger our emotions and they crumble at first view They remove all plaques from every blood vessel but mending the earth's cracks is where they excel And they hope to hear the bells one more time Their number is always the same, so that for every death one of them grows from the soil It may seem that laziness yields a reward but if the world gets out of joint then they've sealed their fate They hate all cigarettes cause they die from smoke and they can kill one hundred rats with a single stroke They throw salt in the oceans and paint the sky blue They trigger our emotions and they crumble at first view They remove all plaques from every blood vessel but mending the earth's cracks is where they excel And they hope to hear the bells one more time