Here they come on down the street greeting everyone
Blocking out the sun, blocking out the sun
A little casual, but still neat, with the music on
Doing nothing wrong, doing nothing wrong

They don't knock upon your door, they don't ring the bell
But look out ma, here come the swells.

Transformation incomplete, till they've had enough
Till the blood is sucked from everything they touch
I don't eat now I don't sleep, I don't need anyone
Telling me what's fun, I don't need anyone

They don't knock upon your door, they don't ring the bell
But look out ma, here come the swells.

What's that line they sell, that helps us to wake up
On the east wing, with a Sunday hymn, on the Sunnyside sanatorium

They don't knock upon your door, they don't ring the bell
But look out ma, here come the swells

Copyright: CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Capitol CMG Publishing
Writer(s): PETER BRUNTNELL