The House That Man Built -

A palace of crystal on a postament of slime

Rule of refinement, rats in the cellar

Restless and climbing as slime and mud come

Flooding

Grace greased by ingratitude and greed

By a despicable debris of delinquence and

Debauchery

The palace is of crystal, but the postament is

Slime

House man built

House man built

This house was built, God is dead

Dead is gone, God is gone

No body’s found, unstable ground

But the house was built

Throw out the ballast and the vessel will be

Faster

The called are over-crowding the market

Let the chooser be the market

And the loosers — we’ll wall out all the loosers

And those among us who turned foul, they’re growing more

For every hour

The rich are getting richer, the poor begin to steal

As multiplied police force feels more righteous than wealth

Program

Gaps widening 'till it bursts asunder

Threw out the ballast and the vessel went under

House man built

House man built

This house was built, God is dead

Dead is gone, God is gone

No body’s found, unstable ground

But the house was built

The scene is set for a grand new war

This war is final — no new markets to explore

This war will transport us through door

When all is fire, God will set the score

House man built

House man built