Bank of the Dead
Lonely faces empty spaces
Hiding places nowhere to be
Growing skylines
Spreading street signsjesus freakers
All in straight linesstrange believers
More every daystoo 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