All the drunks in the alleys are takin' up arms to undo their whole lives in a day 
If their hearts they don't change before long in the heart of the beast they will lay 

He peels the wood from the walls to get to us 
He steals the good from this town 

So wash the black from your fingertips 
And give in
Give in
Give in 

Raise up from the cellars 
Fill the streets with his dead 
This time
This time
This time.