Carpet Crawlers (Live From Palais des Sports 1977) - Genesis

The crawlers cover the floor

In the red ocher corridor

For my second sight of people

They've more lifeblood than before

They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door

Where the needle's eye is winking

Closing in on the poor

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

There's only one direction

In the faces that I see

It's upward to the ceiling

Where the chamber's said to be

Like the forest fight for sunlight

That takes root in every tree

They are pulled up

By the magnet believing they're free

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

Mild mannered supermen are held in krypton

And the wise and foolish virgins giggle

With their bodies glowing bright

Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight

It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

The porcelain manikin

With shattered skin fears attack

The eager pack lift up their pitchers

They carry all they lack

The liquid has congealed

Which has seeped out through the crack

And the tickler takes his stickleback

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out