we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
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 that 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
is returned to the lonesome ocean

we're gonna blend into the choir, singing static with whole
you must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
and in endless race from property and privilege to be won
we must run, we must run, we must run

we must hold up in the bunker where the dying soldier laughs
we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
and in the caverns of tomorrow with just 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 then we'll see it, oh my god, we will see it, we will see it!


all my morning is coming back
the whole world is waking up
all the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I've found out I am really no one

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