Pollution, Cain, and misery 
Oceans of golden mystery 
Armies boisterous and armies loud 
Portraits of a vicious crowd 

Talk to me, talk to me now 
Hey man, you're all that I have 

Me, myself, myself and I 
Were born to work and born the die 
I have chosen my anthems 
Of these I am proud 
Portraits of a divided crowd 

Talk to me, talk to me now