Praise those who object to things
who critique and say no with force
But after no, where are they going?
We all see you out there, yes, of course

Don’t burn the old house down just yet
There’s a family of four in there
From the north a great wind is blowing
When it arrives, the careless will care

Rumbling rumbling, the last soul is dying!
You can’t go home again, I’m lying
While our broken home is sighing