There's a town, just a little town Raining cloud, a hollow sound When our lover gather round And if they're cold Then they're cold Feed them wine, feed them chrome We hate this place here It's our home, It's our home
And your car-collapsing trees and I Could turn them back to sound With the torches in our hands we will reduce it To the ground
I stood outside in the bright black night Beneath their buzzing power lines And I saw a number in the sky, in the sky And if there's a God, he's a little gun And he holds you closely inside these walls But he hates his babies most of all
And your car-collapsing trees and I Could turn them back to sound With our torches in our hands we will reduce it to the ground In the parliament there's a little Hands that are reaching out You can try and try and try but baby there's no way around
Sing Captain Sing out loud Sing, but we're bound Bound Sing Captain Sing out loud Sing Captain We're Bound