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 you抳e been abolished

Forget everything that you think you抳e been promised

Bring on the change



Sunscreen all over your face

Chatswood wasn抰 built in a day

Mysteries are in this game, I say

Shine on, take me away



Heads in the bank, hearts in the closet

Soul抯 out to lunch, will soon be upon us

We believe everything that we see, let抯 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 we抣l see everything they抳e been selling

Bring on the change c抦on, c抦on

Bring on the change, I say

You gotta bring on the change