We must  

talk in every telephone, get  

eaten off the  

web

We must  

rip out all the epilogues from the  

books we have  

read

And to t

he face of every criminal strapped  

firmly in a chair

We must  

stare, we must  

stare, we must  

stare

We must  

take all of the medicines too  

expensive now to  

sell

Set fi

re to the preacher who is  

promising us  

hell

And in the

ear of every anarchist who  

sleeps but doesn’t dream

We must s

ing, we must s

ing, we must  

sing “And it’ll go like this”

W

hile my mother w

aters 

plants

my  

father loads his  

gun.

He says, “

Death will give us  

back to god,

just  

like the settin

g 

sun

i

s returned to the lonesome ocean.”

We must  

blend into the choir, sing a s

tatic with the w

hole

We must  

memorize nine numbers and  

deny we have a  

soul

And to this  

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 in moonlight  

laugh

We must  

stare into a crystal ball and  

only see the  

past

And in the  

caverns of tomorrow with our  

flashlights and our love

We must  

plunge, we must  

plunge, we must  

plunge

And then we’ll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything

and then we’ll see it, we’ll see it, we’ll see it

O

h my morning’s  

coming 

back

The  

whole worlds waking  

up

Oh the  

city bus is  

swimming 

past

I’m  

happy 

jus

t 

because

I  

found out I am really no one