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
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