Microphones in the trees Cameras in the sky Antennas in the canyon And the lobby's full of spies For us who are like bulldozers Sleeping in the sun For us who are like lightning Buried in the mud
Don't! Give! Up! Don't! Give! In!
Our time will come 'Cause we are the flood
So grab my hand Lets set some fires The city's piss All hung with wires To kiss a tit Or have one's tit kissed On bended knee It's all you need Let's build ships Let's drift away Our mighty fleet must float again