Proudhon In Manhattan

I stick tape in the holes in my shoes

I stick my tongue in the holes in my teeth

I stick expletives in the holes in my thought process when I speak

My friends stick to their guns

they got a bunch in the woods of vermont 'till the end times come

but saturn, says he's gonna learn to live

as if the world wasn't gonna end and i admire his strength

today i'm gonna do my best

to drink coffee in the morning and live as if

i didn't feel lonely and hopeless and helpless

to save myself for the world where i live

and tonight, when i dream it will be

that the junkies spent all the drug money on

community gardens and collective housing

and the punk kids who moved in the ghetto

have started meeting their neighbors besides the angry ones

with the yards, that their friends and their dogs have been puking and shitting on

and the anarchists have started

filling potholes, collecting garbage

to prove we don't need governments to do these things

and i'll wake up, burning time's square as we sing

"Throw your hands in the air 'cause property is robbery!"