[bad word] on away to the city

kingdom to behold

Where the bluest skies they float on by

The streets all paved in gold

Where under the smiles fair and pretty

Are teeth so very white

Into the bones of our burdened necks they bite

Baptised in the water

You're draining the well

You built up your heaven

On the back of [bad word] 
Divine is the daughter

The dream that you sell

You built up your heaven

On the back of [bad word] 
Breakin' our backs

On breakin' down stones

Raisin' up buildings

Breakin' down bones

Work all the night

And we work all the day

Don't get a choice man

Don't get a say

Well there's a stormcloud stirrin' now

Revolt!

There's a stormcloud stirrin' now

Revolt!

The filthy streets and the calloused feet

And bloodshot Irish eyes

floating haven for the craven

Nestled in the skies

Well up and out and away with ya

There's a fight outside your doors

The shining pride of America

Is a nation up for war

Revolt!

he hybrid face of time and space

And all that's in between

Dimensions twist and turn amidst

The the whims of one foreseen...

Songbird take me home

I am lonely wherever I go

Sanctuary is all that know

And I dream of the sky

Broken clouds drifting by

And I dream of the sky

My utopian lie

Take to the skies

With my only freind

Every angel

Begins at the end