Lyrics

Queen of the south
seers of the age
painting red the house
where the black ships are made

Four angels with eight
bags of gold to trade
come out to play
you social renegade

Upside Down World

1000 year flood
daughters of the age
hang your head in shame
while you pray for rain

Thing yourself straight
onto to a street called Haight
where were you
when the last chord was played

Upside Down World