[Lloyd]
Though John O’Brien died on the Boulevard of Cryers
He took the city forces with him to the other side
The rebels overran a defenseless Parliament
But then turned on each other, so no government now stands
On Cryers Boulevard that day, there were some who walked away
After Constance sang, they dropped their guns, though why, no one can say
They left the city, yet no one’s quite sure where they went
But some say they hear bells ringing in the mountains to the west
Constance fought and fought until one day they changed the laws
Regarding women in the District where the upper classes flock
Then she and Thomas left, but no one’s quite sure where they went
But they were last seen headed to the mountains in the west
New Albion still stands, but it’s broken, fractured and
Its eight Districts function independently as best they can
There’s checkpoints in between, they eye each other warily
But for the time, despite all of this tension, there is peace
The Voodoopunks, my friends, are resurfacing again
Though who can say if this is good or bad for New Albion
The city must unite, it cannot stand with such divide
But we leave discussion of this point for another time
Though John O’Brien died on the Boulevard of Cryers
He took the city forces with him to the other side
The rebels overran a defenseless Parliament
But then turned on each other, so no government now stands
On Cryers Boulevard that day, there were some who walked away
After Constance sang, they dropped their guns, though why, no one can say
They left the city, yet no one’s quite sure where they went
But some say they hear bells ringing in the mountains to the west
Constance fought and fought until one day they changed the laws
Regarding women in the District where the upper classes flock
Then she and Thomas left, but no one’s quite sure where they went
But they were last seen headed to the mountains in the west
New Albion still stands, but it’s broken, fractured and
Its eight Districts function independently as best they can
There’s checkpoints in between, they eye each other warily
But for the time, despite all of this tension, there is peace
The Voodoopunks, my friends, are resurfacing again
Though who can say if this is good or bad for New Albion
The city must unite, it cannot stand with such divide
But we leave discussion of this point for another time
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