Mr. Brown

Mr. Brown had a plan

How to Fist First Change the man

Every Night he engaged

In a whisper

In a world beat with pain

There's no company with shame

So we laughed and refrained

In a whisper

So we march through the streets

with our two part harmonies

holding on to the real, with a whisper.

And we knock down the doors

find the truth that we fought for,

just to fall in the end, like a whisper

So it's hard to find what we're made of

Don't give it up

Your soul could be greater

Show them you won't

Back down from the place you started out

Starting Now

So we write pen in hand

Like the men before us planned

We plot out every chord

Without whisper

We progress with a rage

Find the Lennon of our days

Then we see why we stayed

Through the blisters