Sweep

Those being very small
Have been heard to say
That being small's OK

Those getting rather big
May come to find
They've left their space behind

Hey, yeah, you
Living in the middle
Too afraid to come out
Hanging on to your pride
So uneasy

All fall down, it makes no difference
God Almighty holds the balance here
Get out, get out, get out of here

We collide, how formal
Is that why we're here?

Those going all the way
Have been heard to say
That being here's OK

(Repeat 3rd Verse)
All fall down, it makes no difference
God Almighty, hold the balance here
Get out, get out, get out of here

We collide, how formal
And gain control
Then fall of the edge