From the outskirts here they come, masters of this oblivion
Future lords and ladies of the rule, dem are no dem haffi bun
And they think we’re blind, pretend that everything’s fine
And the futures looking bleak just see the riots in the street
As long as money stacks grow higher, on the people underneath
And they’ll take some more, from the weak and poor

In this race for bombs and guns, we’ve lost our freedom
And my heart beats out of time, when they tow the party line
We’ll see the scorched horizon, the youth are dancing
But the only sound is an orchestra of sirens

Liars, Liars the cities on fire, Done set your own funeral pyre
Ain’t no ransom, better run for your life, Get away, that’s why we say

Onto the streets they rise, unified to the battle cry
It’s a big mistake this country’ made to leave the youth behind
Generation disowned, they have make it on their own
And a million people watch as clock rings out unrest
Humanity will sing  in protest, put our morals to the test
And they’ll stand their grown, never keep them down

In this race for bombs and guns, we’ve lost our freedom
And my heart beats out of time, when they tow the party line
We’ll see the scorched horizon, the youth are dancing
But the only sound is an orchestra of sirens

Liars, liars the cities on fire, done set your own funeral pyre
Ain’t no ransom, better run for your life, get away, that’s why we say