We must talk in every telephone, we must be eaten ?. We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read. And in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair...we must stare, we must stare, we must stare.

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell. Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell. And in the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream...we must sing, we must sing, we must sing.

While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun. He says death will give us back to god just like setting sun. He's returned to the lonesome ocean.

We're gonna blend into the choir, singing static with ?. You must memorize my numbers and deny we have a soul. And in the endless race for property and privilege to be won...we must run, we must run, we must run.

We must hang up in the belfry where the bats ? laugh. We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past. And in the caverns of tomorrow with only our flashlights and our love...we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge.

And then we'll get down there...you know way down to the very bottom of everything and we'll sing oh my god!
All my morning's coming fast, the whole world is waking up. With the city buses swimming past, I'm happy just because...I've found out I am really no one.