So let's raise a glass to our demise
Stockholm Syndrome and cult ties
I heard they want to make the whole world a ghost town
I heard they're shooting at the kids in the street now
So kill your friends, foes and families
But that ain't gospel on your TVs
You better sell your soul, safe inside your home
Just switch off your damn screens

And I can't shake the sunshine showers
Up all night right through witching hour
I don't recognise this place
I want to dream the day away

They say history remembers, but it seems history forgets
And I'd encourage you to think
Cause they haven't told us that we can't do it yet
Let's raise a glass to the madness
The senseless division and sadness
Are you sure the cure is what it seems?
Nothing good ever comes for free

And I can't shake the sunshine showers
Up all night right through witching hour
I don't recognise this place
I want to dream the day away

Que sera sera, goddamn ya
Que sera sera
So stay inside, living half a life
Killing ourselves to make sure we don't die
Que sera, sera, goddamn ya
Que sera, sera, sera
Que sera, sera, goddamn ya
Que sera, sera

When we woke to wolves among us
And the sheep went back to sleep
They went smiling to the slaughter
Said: It was all a dream
They wrote of plague and rapture
And you lay down without a fight
Then they turned their guns upon us
Their chemicals and Christ

Que sera, sera, goddamn ya
Que sera, sera
Que sera, sera, goddamn ya
Que sera, sera

And I can't shake the sunshine showers
Up all night right through witching hour
I don't recognise this place
I want to dream the day away

Que sera, sera, goddamn ya
Que sera, sera
Que sera, sera, goddamn ya
Que sera, sera