There's a town, just a little town  Raining cloud, a hollow sound  When our lover gather round  And if they're cold  Then they're cold  Feed them wine, feed them chrome  We hate this place here  It's our home, It's our home    And your car-collapsing trees and I  Could turn them back to sound  With the torches in our hands we will reduce it  To the ground    I stood outside in the bright black night  Beneath their buzzing power lines  And I saw a number in the sky, in the sky  And if there's a God, he's a little gun  And he holds you closely inside these walls  But he hates his babies most of all    And your car-collapsing trees and I  Could turn them back to sound  With our torches in our hands we will reduce it to the ground  In the parliament there's a little  Hands that are reaching out  You can try and try and try but baby there's no way around    Sing Captain  Sing out loud  Sing, but we're bound  Bound  Sing Captain  Sing out loud  Sing Captain  We're Bound