Harper Roy - Band Of The Dead lyrics

Lonely faces

Empty spaces

Hiding places

Nowhere to be

Growing skylines

Spreading street signs........Jesus freakers

All in straight lines.........Strange believers

More every days...............Too many speakers

All in the way

But it's all the same the world over

Twentieth century

Stuck in the red

In the bank of the dead

Holy Society

Insanity cities etc

Maybe you'll catch us

But you won't reach us

Trying to teach us

How to be good

With civilisation

By population

With moral castration

Taming the flood

Making sure of survivors

To keep money spiders

And moon rocket riders

Rolling in blood

And it's all the same the world over etc