| Lyrics: | Here comes the angel of death
You may not remember her yet
Concrete all over her
face
Child bride of the human race
Until you see life in the forest
Until you hear
youve been abolished
Forget everything that you think youve been promised
Bring on the
change
Sunscreen all over your face
Chatswood wasnt built in a day
Mysteries are in
this game, i say
Shine on, take me away
Heads in the bank, hearts in the
closet
Souls out to lunch, will soon be upon us
We believe everything that we see, lets be
honest
And bring on the change
Lift up your eyes, look to the heavens
Could be a
sign, or a seven-eleven
Some day well see everything theyve been selling
Bring on the change
cmon, cmon
Bring on the change, i say
You gotta bring on the change |
