White Coasts

Well we know what makes the flowers grow

But we don't know why

And we all have the knowledge of DNA

But we still die

We perch so thin and fragile here

Upon the land

And the earth that moves beneath us

We don't understand

So we rush towards the judgement day

When she reclaims

A toast to the luddite martyrs than

Who died in vain

Down at the lab they're working still

Finishing off

How do we tell the people in the white coasts

Enough is enough is enough is enough

Hey hey I listen to you pray

As if some help will come

Hey Hey she will dance on your graves

When we're dead and gone

When we're died and gone

You and I we made no suicide pact

We didn't want to die

But we watch the wall

Little darling

While the chemical trucks go by

This desperate imitation now of innocence

Those last few days at Jonestown

Ain't got nothing on this

Hey Hey I listen to you pray ....

Now beneath the fitted carpets

Beyond the padded cells

Within these crimes of passion

The naked truth she dwells

And this fury's just apart

And this thunder's just apart

Desire is just apart

The cracking ice this splitting rock

Hey Hey I listen to you pray ...

As children learn about the world

We built that wall of sand

Along the beach we laboured hard

With our bare hands we worked

Until the sun went down

Beneath the waves

And the tight call rolling splashing in

Washed the wall again

How do we tell the people in the white coasts

Enough is enough