Sing, Sing, Sing

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 to 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 to the ear of every anarchist

who sleeps but never dreams

we must sing, we must sing, we must sing

and it'll go like this

while my mother waters plants

my father loads his gun

he says death will give us back to god

just like the setting sun

is returned to the lonesome ocean

we must blend into the choir

sing in static with the whole

we must memorize nine numbers

and deny we have a soul

and from this endless race for property

and privelege 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 to 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 in the very bottom

and we'll see it

oh my god we'll see it, we'll see it

oh my mornings coming back

the whole worlds waking up

all the city buses swimming past

im happy just because

i found out i am really no one