The Cat Empire - All Hell

All hell’s crashing down inside The windows to the other side Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs of ‘Oh well if it’s happening there It isn’t here’, and god appears to deal A different hand to different tiers But this play is not over yet Hear the music of those marionettes Beating drums down the quiet streets Of ignorance and vain regrets And all these fears swiftly come to pass Presently she feels we’re past Cups of tea and optimistic prayers Cos out there’s our unholy mess Gathering its long white dress And marching down aisle to marry this Matrimonial future bliss Kiss the tide and hope it doesn’t lift up your Carpet woven from apathy and token frets All Hell! But this play is not over yet Hear the music of those marionettes Beating drums down the quiet streets Of ignorance and vain regrets