| Hear the sound of the falling rain | 
| coming down like an armageddon flame (hey!) | 
| the shame, the ones who died without a name | 
| Hear the dogs howlin' out of key | 
| to a hymn called faith and misery (hey!) | 
| and bleed, the company lost the war at day | 
| I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies | 
| this is the dawning of the rest of our lives | 
| on holiday. | 
| Hear the drum pounding out of time | 
| another protestor has crossed the line (hey!) | 
| to find, the money’s on the other side | 
| Can i get another amen (amen!) | 
| there’s a flag wrapped around a score of men (hey!) | 
| a gag, a plastic bag on a monument | 
| I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies | 
| this is the dawning of the rest of our lives | 
| on holiday. | 
| «The representative from California has the floor» | 
| Zeig heil to the president gasman | 
| bombs away is your punishment | 
| pulverize the eiffel tower | 
| who criticize your government | 
| bang bang goes the broken glass and | 
| kill all the fags that don’t agree | 
| trials by fire setting fire | 
| is not a way that’s meant for me | 
| just cause, just cause because we’re outlaws yeah! | 
| I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies | 
| this is the dawning of the rest of our lives | 
| I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies | 
| this is the dawning of the rest of our lives | 
| this is our lives on holiday. |