Texty: Declan De Barra. On and On.

On and on, and on and on we go
where it ends, no one really knows
The drunkard by the fire, the mother prays in time
the kids are getting restless and the soldiers open fire

On and on, but no one really learns
history repeats itself - another city burns

The priests they have their gods, the rich man has his coins
the poor man sits and hopes that we'll be equal when we die

On and on, and on and on we go
dancing while it's burning, as we watch the ice approach

The rats have left their ship and sailed for golden shores
The believers lose their faith and the cynics try and hope

On and on, and on and on we go
drifting from the shoreline as we try to stay afloat

There is no second coming, no Coca-Cola Christ
The final bill's arrived and we can't afford the price

And all of the angels try to drink themselves to death
singing this is all there is and this is all we get
this song will die and remain unsung
as the water rises and seeps into our lungs

Soon this will be all that we can hear
the laughing of a thousand tiny hopeless tears
coming to wash our bodies down the river bed
to rally in the ocean, a concert of the dead

Oh oh oh, do you think there is another world?
Oh oh oh, do you think it'll be as cruel?
Oh oh oh, do you think there is another world?
Oh oh oh, I guess we'll find out soon.