Food is wasted on the hill
And stretched upwards to the sky
That hill seems higher and
Summer's gone and winter's near
The valley's restless, you can hear
Seems as they pack they'll burn and kill
Till their hungry mouths are filled
There'll be no city longer
Let's appoint a meeting place
Till hill and valley wears the cross
And cleanse each other of disgrace
This land's the model of the world
That's been a dream, that's been ignored
But there's decades, unsettled bills
Till their hungry mouths are filled
There'll be no city on the hill
There'll be no city on the hill
There'll be no city on the hill
There'll be no city on the hill
There'll be no city on the moon
There'll be no city on the moon
There'll be no city on the moon
There'll be no city on the moon