Here comes the angel of death   You may not remember her yet   Concrete all over her face   Child bride of the human race      Until you see life in the forest   Until you hear you've been abolished   Forget everything that you think   You've been promised, bring on the change      Sunscreen all over your face   Chatswood wasn't built in a day   Mysteries are in this game, I say   Shine on, take me away      Heads in the bank, hearts in the closet   Soul's out to lunch, will soon be upon us   We believe everything that we see, let's be honest   And bring on the change      Lift up your eyes, look to the heavens   Could be a sign or a seven-eleven   Some day we'll see everything they've been selling      Bring on the change, c'mon, c'mon   Bring on the change, I say   You gotta bring on the change      A change, a change   I say, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, change