We will have to cross the ocean
It’s just a price we have to pay
Standard trustees know what’s good for you and me
There is gold beneath the ashes
No matter what Ida says,
There is a roaring sleep, a pulse we have to find
And I dream of Zoroaster
Sailing to the Caspian sea
With its shiny hull in the fog and morning light
We can build temples for our fires
And set the world ablaze
Why not? After all it’s the way we chose — the beginning and the end
Send it all back to the Rockefeller trust
We will have to slay a dragon
Yes to open up its veins
Bleed it dry and leave it by deserted roads
We will have to dry the ocean
Because the blood runs thick beneath
Take to arms, defend their notions
When the blood runs thick and deep
And we have mouths to feed and Utopia to reach
We can build temples for our fires
And set the world ablaze
Why not? After all it’s the way we chose — the beginning and the end
It’s all we were ever made of – the beginning and the end
Send it all back to the Rockefeller trust