I see trees of green Red roses, too One day we'll burn them down To get a better view Of the searing city lights, to silence voices in the night Maybe find a face on which to place our fear so we can fight It's just not right And I won't sleep tonight I see factory flames And graveyard gates We seem to hear the ones who warn us Fifty fucking years too late The drums of war pound out again, we'll turn a blind eye to the sins That break the brand new hearts that Heaven holds against the vanity of men Will you think of them When your saints go marching in God help us all, we're hostages We clutch the gun and cast the blame We'll drive ourselves the full six under But I don't think they'll know our names And if there's still a way for anything To live here when we're through I hope they build a shining monument And engrave it "don't let it be you" I see waves of blue And clouds of white The putrid fumes of burning bone Will turn the daytime into night Another place, another time, we still watch Babel's spire climb To conquer without conscience and leave the young to suffer for her crimes We're out of time And dying for their grand designs God help us all, we're hostages We clutch the gun and cast the blame We'll drive ourselves the full six under But I don't think they'll know our names And if there's still a way for anything To live here when we're through I hope they build a shining monument And engrave it "don't let it be you"