It comes from the sun

The beating of that drum

It comes from the sun

That drum

It comes from the sun

The firing of that gun

It comes from the sun

That gun

Liquid to find

The gold that’s shining in their eyes

I hear the engines singing

Dioxide cry

And the soul wells dry beneath their lies

I hear our father ringing

Liquid, liquid, liquid, liquid

Horizon fires

Shimmer in the desert haze

Now leave them to the mess you’ve made

And jet of to the skies

Mercury rise

And the water starts to drown their cries

Remember the dead

Forget the living

Remember the dead

Liquid, liquid, liquid, liquid