Microphones In The Trees

Microphones in the trees

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

Because we are the flood

Microphones in the trees

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

Because we, we are the flood

Microphones in the trees