Although John O’Brien died on the Blvd. of Cryers 
 He took the city forces with him to the other side 
 The rebels over ran a defenseless Parliament 
 But then turned on each other so no government now stands 

 On Cryers Blvd that day, there were some who walked away 
 After Constance sang they dropped their guns though why no one can say 
 They left the city yet no one’s quite sure where they went 
 But some say they hear bells ringing in the mountains to the west 

 Constance fought and fought until one day they changed the laws 
 Regarding women in the District where the upper classes flock 
 Then she and Thomas left. No one’s quite sure where they went 
 But they were last seen headed to the mountains in the west 
 New Albion still stands but it’s broken, fractured and 
 Its eight Districts function independently as best they can 
 There’s checkpoints in between, they eye each other warily 
 But the for the time despite all of this tension there is peace 

 The Voodoopunks, my friends, are resurfacing again 
 Though who can say if this is good or bad for New Albion 
 The city must unite, it cannot stand with such divide 
 But we leace discussion of this point for another time 

 So again we bid adieu to our players and to you 
 Same old channel, same old hour be sure to next time tune 
 Until then we say good day. The future’s always on its way 
 and thus we end our passion play as it's played today