[Benjamin Clementine:]
Here is our tree
That primitively grows,
And when you go to bed
Scarecrows from the far east
Come to eat
Its tender fruits,
And I thought the best way to perfect our tree
Is by building walls.
Walls like unicorns
In full glory
And galore,
And even stronger
Than the walls of Jericho.
But glad then, my friend,
Out in the field we shall reap a better day,
What we have always dreamt of having,
Are now for the starving.
It is love, that is the root of all evil
But not our tree,
And thank you, my friend,
For trusting me.
[Benjamin Clementine & Choir:]
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah money!
Past the chemtrails.
Hallelujah money!
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Hallelujah money!
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Oooh!
[Damon Albarn:]
How will we know?
When the morning comes,
We are still human.
How will we know?
How will we dream?
How will we love?
How will we know?
[Benjamin Clementine:]
Don't worry, my friend,
If this be the end, then so shall it be,
Until we say so nothing will move.
Ah, don't worry,
It's not against our morals,
It's legal tender,
Touch, my friend,
While the whole world
And whole beasts of nations desire
Power.
[Damon Albarn:]
When the morning comes,
We are still human.
How will we know?
How will we dream?
How will we love?
How will we know?
[Benjamin Clementine & Choir:]
Hallelujah money!
Hallelujah money!
Past the chemtrails.
Hallelujah money!
Hallelujah money!
Hallelujah money!
Hallelujah money!
Hallelujah money!
Oooh!
Hallelujah money!
Hallelujah money!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah money!
