Microphones in the trees
Cameras in the sky
Antennas in the canyons
And the lobby's full of spies
For us who are like bulldozers
Sleeping in the sun
For us who are like lightning
Buried in the mud
Don't give up
Don't give in
Our time will come
'Cause we are the flood
So grab my hand
Let's set some fires
This city's piss
All hung with wires
To kiss a tit
Or have one's tit kissed
On bended-knee
It's all you need
Let's build ships
Let's drift away
Our mighty fleet
Must float again
Don't give up
Don't give in
Our time will come
'Cause
We are the flood…
We are the flood…
We are the flood…
We are the flood…
Microphones in the trees…
Microphones in the trees…
Microphones in the trees…
Microphones in the trees…
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