[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! 

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] 

The 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 

And I take to the skies 
With my only friend 
Every angel 
Begins at the end