Here comes the angel of death

You may not remember her yet

Concrete all over her face

Child bride of the human race

Until you see life in the forest

Until you hear you're been abolished

Forget everything that you think you're been promised

Bring on the change

Sunscreen all over your face

Chatswood wasn't built in a day

Mysteries are in this game, I say

Shine on, take me away

Heads in the bank, hearts in the closet

Soul's out to lunch, will soon be upon us

We believe everything that we see, let's be honest

And bring on the change

Lift up your eyes, look to the heavens

Could be a sign, or a seven-eleven

Some day we'll see everything they're been selling

Bring on the change c'mon, c'mon

Bring on the change, I say

You gotta bring on the change