The Sound Of The Markets Crashing

Intro: verse 1 I've been looking for something to hang on to Looking underneath the sunset of red, orange and blue As the skies turn black and the winds gently cool I see nothing in the distance 'cept the burning of fuel Which rolls out of the wires and then into our brains Fills our children's minds with regret and with shame Till they're dreaming of things which they can't understand And they're standing in nightclubs with knives in their hands So parliament's hung, I say hang them in chains Try them for murder and capital gains and Don't let them down 'til their eyes fill with tears And the sound of the markets crashing verse 2 But I don't really care see I don't really mind Cuz there's nothing but hounds in the election line As for the edges of these oceans so deep I say open the gates this land is not ours to keep Because borders they are nothing except a fence around a hole Where the thieves keep all of the jewels that they stole And the walls of Westminster they are painted with blood And they shine with the souls of the slaves that we rob And the businessman's empire now lies cold in the mud And he can't ask for forgiveness because he doesn't have a god, Except the money in his pockets and his first true love And the sound of the markets crashing verse 3 Well I'm heading for the hills, I'm selling my TV Because I'm tired of being told to buy things I don't need And I know they will accuse me of apathy But my feet were made for walking And I'm not coming back until they see what we are Just a lost little species who stares at the stars No I'm not coming back until there's nothing at all, Except the sound of the markets crashing Except the sound of the empire crashing Except the sweet sound of the markets crashing