[Verse 1]
Shut the gates, clear the alleyway (waaay)
Tear off the badges that tell us to obey
Picture a parcel delivered past the fray (fraaay)
Crack it and share whatever stays
[Chorus ]
Imagine no fences, no engineer
Buses with engines that never veer
We trade tomorrow for cheaper beer
Laughing at charts that prophets fear
[Verse 2]
Old men on benches once paid for war
They tip their caps at a younger score
Nobody salutes at the locked glass door
Coins ring louder than any roar