Get out of town, children first
Plastic bags and panic attacks
A million voices screaming, an open telephone
Through sleepless nights the empire sings
Listen by the window, they're somewhere down the line
You can hear them as they're getting closer, night after night
Take your knives, cut the strings
Switch off the electric lights
'cause everybody knows what's happening
Yeah everybody knows what's happening
Everybody knows what's happening
Strike a match, blow the horn
The world is listening, a gathering storm
And the sky is almost closing in, it won't be long now
Take your knives, cut the strings
Switch off the electric lights
Strike a match at the ceremony that's being televised
While everybody knows what's happening
Yeah everybody knows what's happening
Everybody knows what's happening
Yeah everybody knows what's happening
