those who were born into the madness suffer fear
accepting that the end of the world is near
marking the calendar for the apocalypse
preparing for the day we sink their battleships

far and away the people gather in their tribal gowns
and cry for justice in their shanty towns
not far removed from either you or me
we suffer from a substantial lack of unity

three, two, one for all and all for one
three, two one for all and all for one

we be of the same blood ye and I
from a greater root this tree shall reach and pierce the sky
with attempts to communicate we'll be free
words are weapons enough, we gotta stop this insanity

brothers and sisters sing
it's just a family thing
yeah we are family
though you don't look like me

brothers and sisters sing
it's just a family thing
time to get on the bus
thank you for singing with us

moving along at the speed of light or so we think
standing on the decks of battleships destined to sink
when the complex concrete Babylon is gone
what or who will be the last to linger on?

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