Who can only
hold your breath so long?
For soon the news is gonna come to town
Go tell the
Bishop, better bless his ground
For soon your spires,
they're coming falling
down.
We won't have to say our prayers,
cos there'll be no -one at home
We'll have torn the boat
and broken all the stairs
Cos we're coming down
to hell all ourselves
We're coming down to
help ourselves
Empty your shells
It didn't do so much good asking
Didn't do so much good asking
Up to now
Up to now
Up to now
There's a man behind every door who always
seems to ask me what am I doing there.
He has a castle for his home,
he's the meanest miser that we've ever known.
You say you worked hard for your star,
but in truth you got off before the streets were
aired and took more than you shared.
So we're coming down to
help ourselves.
We're coming down to
help ourselves.
Empty your shells.
It didn't do so much good asking,
didn't do so much good asking
Up tonight, up tonight,
up tonight
Time to start, it's yesterday
But that old
English music
Takes a hold of me
But now I'm going down the road
I hope a fearless dream
Is gonna help us free
There's a note upon your door
Won't get read till it's too late
To wonder why we put it there
Cos we're coming down to
help ourselves
We're coming down to
help ourselves
Empty our shells
It didn't do so much, good ask it
Didn't do so much, good ask it
Of tonight
Of tonight
Of tonight
you