They bottle up your tears to sell

And sell them on the streets of hell

And each decision lead to grief

From which these men can sell relief

And they don’t even need your life

They keep your face to recognize

And they don’t even need your life

Reduced to fuel from smoking fire

And for each pain they blame the self

And in this story find their wealth

So bottle up my tears to sell, I’ll drink them up to make me well

(So keep them off the tabletops

To run like dogs from hard thrown rock

So keep them off the tabletops

To run like dogs from hard thrown rock)

Take the kids across the sea and give them back to anarchy

Return to them and join your voice

There is no time there is no choice

(So keep them off the tabletops

To run like dogs from hard thrown rock

So keep them off the tabletops

To run like dogs from hard thrown rock)

(Take them all and join their voices)

They bottle up your tears to sell

And sell them on the streets of hell

And each decision lead to grief from which these men can sell relief