Its a cultural shift its the North Atlantic Drift Americana and a rule Britannia And the moon yes we own that to And where the Euphrates meets the other rivers Is now the home of the devil and the liar And the pyre we plan to make Is just the drift leaving its wake, home
Meanwhile Rome burns Meanwhile Rome burns
And the films you want to watch And the films you want to make And the kids like lost angels Dressed in black sensations And the shift won’t shake And the drift won’t brake With billions of Diamonds growing like olives And the drift holds the coffers