There's a drunk singing along with the choir outside
Once he played every concert hall when his Mother was alive
He said this ships going down
Shoot the Captain
But he's seen the broken vows that they make
And they promise to share all the plundered diamonds they take
And they're sucking some other part of the world dry now
And they're burning Nightingales
But they're the kinda people that never leave a beautiful piano alone
Not until it was broken
And it's song can't be sung
Dreamed of a time when he was with the orchestra of the world
But he don't expect anybody to listen
And the bums pass around that bottle a hope
And by their bruises and scars you can read what a hard life wrote
And they're singin' Hallelujah by the burning truck-tyre light
And they're singin' Hallelujah but there aint no Hallelujah tonight
He said the choir you all croon in will die
You allow our children to sleep on the streets
And you don't even ask why
Youth in rebellion - HA
But you don't care about anything
Do ya
You throw war and religion at it like you mean love
Think you raped the future more than enough
You're killing it
And we all know there's enough to go around
But he wants us all to sing along with his song
Said I don't know where I'm heading but it won't be so long
And may the light of our kitchen once more
Pour out across the world
And the bums pass around that bottle of hope
And by their bruises and scars you can read what a hard life wrote
And they're singin' Hallelujah by the burning truck-tyre light
But they're singin' Hallelujah but there aint no Hallelujah tonight