Sing! Captain

There's a town, just a little town

Raining cloud, a hollow sound

When our lover gather round

And if they're cold

Then they're cold

Feed them wine, feed them chrome

We hate this place here

It's our home, It's our home

And your car-collapsing trees and I

Could turn them back to sound

With the torches in our hands we will reduce it

To the ground

I stood outside in the bright black night

Beneath their buzzing power lines

And I saw a number in the sky, in the sky

And if there's a God, he's a little gun

And he holds you closely inside these walls

But he hates his babies most of all

And your car-collapsing trees and I

Could turn them back to sound

With our torches in our hands we will reduce it to the ground

In the parliament there's a little

Hands that are reaching out

You can try and try and try but baby there's no way around

Sing Captain

Sing out loud

Sing, but we're bound

Bound

Sing Captain

Sing out loud

Sing Captain

We're Bound