and tear this place apart
I was looking forward to my life and
all the things I could be
Can't you picture me sailing
Here's the face of truth,
terrible truth beyond imagination
They built hell on earth and
The country is not stupid,
It still has eyes and ears,
it just can't find its mouth
A veil extended through the years,
the fog rolls over constants
Faces and figures like shadows merge,
race to the surface then disappear
I'll die today, you die tomorrow
Let all the zombies come and
Down by the harbour there's
Fifty feet tall, a skirt split to her waist
In one hand there's a pope,
in the other there's a king
Revolving very slowly, above the mist
You wake up in the morning,
and see the huge reflection
and fire twice into the mirror
The country is not stupid,
It still has eyes and ears,
it just can't find its mother
Let all the zombies come, and tear this place apart