Bank 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