FC: The Freedom Club

Let us turn our backs on this world of ease
 Let us turn our backs and walk away
 Let us close our eyes to the glory of the machine
 Let us close our eyes and walk away
 The houses are all gone under the sea
 The dancers are all gone under the hill
 The houses are all gone under the sea
 the dancers are all gone under the hill
 "And let us dream now the impossible dream of a math professor"
 Even when the last tree falls, there will be fire
 Even when the last bird is caught, wooden boxes
 Lovingly made by hands and filled up with fire
 To blow off the hands of the strong with wooden boxes
 "And let us never forget that the human race with technology is like an alcoholic with a barrel of wine"
 Rise up! Bring down the Freedom Club! Rise up!
 Dream your impossible dream
 Crawl from the hole in the earth! Crawl!
 The captains of this ship of fools are flesh, and softer than wood
 The Freedom Club, the Freedom Club - Rage
 The Freedom Club, the Freedom Club - Wait
 The hermit of the woods is gone
 They shan't take him down
 And even though his mind now is corrupt
 His desperate warning lives on
 "Blandly titled industrial society and its future"
 Rise up! Bring the funeral! Rise up!
 Dream your impossible dream
 Crawl from the hole in the earth! Crawl!
 The captains of this ship of fools are flesh, and softer than wood
 The Freedom Club, the Freedom Club - Rage
 The Freedom Club, the Freedom Club - Wait
 Let us lay to rest our future dream
 Let us leave it to rust and walk away
 Let us turn around on the road of progress
 Let us go back the way we came
 The houses are all gone under the sea (walk away, walk away)
 The dancers are all gone under the hill (turn our backs, turn our backs)
 The houses are all gone under the sea (close our eyes, close our eyes)
 the dancers are all gone under the hill (turn around and go back the way we came)
 "Because we can"