There's a bump in the basement There's a knocking on the wall In the pumping of the piston I swear I heard your call There's a bump in the basement There's a hole in the floor There's a guard in the garden Locking up the door There's a rumble in the floorboards No shutting out the sound And the workers are below me Digging underground Feel the building all around me Like a wrap of armoured skin But the more we are protected The more we're trapped within Tell it like it is, till there's no misunderstanding When you strip it right back Man feed machine, machine feed man Tell it like it is, till there's no misunderstanding Make up what you like Man feed machine Machine feed man Brick by brick By brick By brick We're building