In house, payed off, All this privatized, Fore ones gain, Percentages high to surprise The change of the tide. I watch the streets of England bleed, The rain to wash my sins from me, The sun to set a rule of power To the rise of you and I. In linking two parties sunk The gateways to equal demise, As we bleed our streets dry, As puppets lead my cries. I watch the streets of England bleed, The rain to wash my sins from me, The sun to set a rule of power To the rise of you and I. I watch the streets of England bleed, The rain to wash my sins from me, The sun to set a rule of power On the rise of you and I.