How Did He Get Up There? Guided by Voices

Hard hats high up
High hats hard up
Hard hats high up
High hats hard up

The thing to do is love them
For nothing is above them
To fall on their heads

Hard hats high up
High hats hard up
Hard hats high up
High hats hard up

And down below, below down
Hoisted to a high beam stack
Might avoid a rat attack, alright

Dream fingers
Are smudging the blue prints

And to the towering spheres
Hovering high above them
I shine the logos on the clouds
Hovering high above them