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

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 losers - We'll wall out all the losers

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 wealthprogram

Gaps widening till it all bursts asunder

Threw out the ballast and the vessel went under



House man built

House man built

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 the door

When all is fire, god will set the score



House man built

Man built

House man built

Man built

House man built

House man built