Lyrics

In a world of workers In a world of slaves Any member Of the workers of the world From Berlin to Amsterdam From London to Dublin I don't believe in you And I don't want To be a part of you Idle sons Idle sons Your fathers want to kill you I'm warning you I saw things coming better For some others At the time when the night comes And at the time when I hear thunder Trees and their needles The wind through their branches The stones and the mud The rain and the chilly wind Are things that matter Are things that are real Are things I can believe in If the kingdom is here And now