In a world of workers

In a world of slaves 

Any member Of the workers of the world 

From Berlin to Amsterdam 

From London to Dublin 

I don't believe in you 

And I don't want To be a part of you 

Idle sons 

Idle sons 

Your fathers want to kill you 

I'm warning you 


I saw things coming better 

For some others 

At the time when the night comes 

And at the time when I hear thunder 

Trees and their needles 

The wind through their branches 

The stones and the mud 

The rain and the chilly wind 

Are things that matter 

Are things that are real 

Are things I can believe in 


If the kingdom is here And now