International - Momus

Beijing to Seoul, Beirut to London

A red flag’s hoisting to the skies

As if to say our time is coming

As if a sun’s begun to rise

And can you hear the children singing

About a future fair for all

They’ll live to see that red flag waving

They’ll live to see this order fall

The old world dies in sheets of flame

Its banks destroyed, its streets on fire

And even stone is not written in stone

The world is made of our desire

With open eyes, and a sense of mission

We’ll realise our dream some day

A universal recognition

Of justice, healthcare, equal pay

And can you hear the world insisting

A single song in every throat

On a new international system

For which they’ll never let us vote

The old world dies in sheets of flame

Its banks destroyed, its streets on fire

And even stone is not written in stone

The world is made of our desire!