Tired faces scream from their bright magazines
With their fingernails clamped to the page
With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary gods of a desperate age

There's no story to tell, but there's a spokesperson yelling
At a volume to drown out your voice
Seeing justice be done, there's a change [bad word] 
But in secret and you won't get a choice.

So to [bad word] with the world, I still love you my girl,
You've been crazy to stay by my side
So let's stand and let's sing, 'cause there are beautiful things if you know the places they hide

And the band's playing tunes that mean nothing to you,
But you can dance better with the devil you know.
All along I was taught to keep my head above the water, but I might just prefer it below
Yeah, and maybe the greatest of heroes they inhabit the stories that nobody hears,
And maybe the songs that could've brought you to life were not allowed to get close to your ears.

So to [bad word] with the world, I still love you my girl,
You've been crazy to stay by my side,
So we'll stand and we'll sing, 'cause there are beautiful things if you know the places they hide

And they'll hide from you darling, they will, far away from the changing regimes,
There's a light, there's a right, tonight isn't as dark as it seems

So when [bad word] at too heavy a price, well there's honour in choosing defeat
Like the boy who was given the keys to the world and decided to sleep on the street

So to [bad word] with the world, oh, I still love you my girl,
You've been crazy to stay by my side,
So let's stand and let's sing, and there are beautiful things if you know the places they hide...