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