New Albion 6 (A3 S8)

Though John O'Brien died on the Blvd. of Crier's
He took the city forces with him to the other side
The rebels over ran a defenseless Parliament
But then turned on each other, so no government now stands

On Crier's Blvd 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
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

So again, we bid adieu to our players and to you
Same old channel, same old hour
Be sure to next time tune
Now we say good day
The future's always on its way
And thus we end our passion play as it's played today