The residents of gloom and oil Falling down into the soil And we don't know who they are They don't like your shooting star I'll come down into their well No more secrets left to tell And the seasons, they will pass Watermarks will turn to gas And everywhere you go, People look and they know Forty men in a row Everywhere that you go The residents of gloom and oil I'll be bent more than a coil When we see through hasty days All the time we spent away And everywhere you go, People look and they know Forty men in a row Everywhere that you go