Under the waterline

no place to retire

to another time

the eyes of the world now turn



And if we think about it

and if we talk about it

and if the skies go dark with rain

can you tell me does our freedom remain



Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone

you can't hide nowhere with the torchlight on

and it happens to be an emergency

some things aren't meant to be

some things don't come for free



Above the waterline

point the finger yeah point the bone

it's the harbour towns

that the grey battleships call home

and if we think about it

and if we talk about it

and if the sea goes boiling black

can you tell me what we'll do about that



Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone

I must know something to know it's so wrong

and it happens to be an emergency

some things aren't meant to be

some things don't come for free



They keep talking about it

they keep talking



Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone

you must be crazy if you think you're strong