Underneath It All-Spike Mulligan

Candlebox - Underneath It All Oh my dying hands deny As seasons dance around I am but one amongst the losing race The massive fear resounds I come before the greater good of men My lessons learned to lie I am a son of war, my father's son I've amassed a forced ally Who travels on? Who travels on? These empty souls charade As colors fade then fold I've begun to spin The hands of time my love Desperate men are sold I come before the greater good of men My lessons learned to lie You're hanging on by the threads of your lesser sins At the expense of your decline Who travels on? Who travels on? And I come from near and far And I come from face to face And I come to carry on Underneath it all, Oh underneath it all Oh underneath it all I come to carry on Underneath it all