Microphones in the trees Microphones in the trees Cameras in the sky Antennas in the canyons And the lobby's full of spies For us who are like bulldozers Sleeping in the sun For us who are like lightning Buried in the mud Don't give up Don't give in Our time will come Because we are the flood Microphones in the trees So grab my hand Let's set some fires This city's piss All hung with wires To kiss a tit Or have one's tit kissed On bended knee It's all you need Let's build ships Let's drift away Our mighty fleet Must float again Don't give up Don't give in Our time will come Because we, we are the flood Microphones in the trees