Look up, open the clouds
Here comes the bombshell
On the way home…And now we want the coal. We want the coal.
Confusing timesCry murder, cry what you like
Just let the comets lead the wayWe'll tear it down
We'll hold the truth by the neck
Kick in the doors and burn the books
Try to forgetAnd wear it like flag
Try to be patient
On the way homeCause inside, behind every curtain
They count the minutes, they count the daysWe'll tear it down
We'll hold the truth by the neck
Kick in the doors and burn the books
Try to forgetIf you look at the horizon there is always something ducking out of sight
When you're looking at the treetops and they're scratching out their patterns in the skyLook up, open the clouds
Here comes the bombshell
On the way home…
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