goes like this:
1-2, 1-2-3-4
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 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 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
And it'll go like this:
While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
He says, "d**h will give us back to God, just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean"
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
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 just 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
Oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
Oh my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past, I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one