We make so many promises
And we keep hardly any.
The least that we can say for ourselves
Is that we can laugh and we can cry
And we can steal what we need.
And we're just as scared as anyone else struggling for sense.
We've spent so many whole nights
Tearing the world limb from limb.
And finding nothing but ourselves
And that's what scares us most of all.
But when we're walking under streetlights
We know these buildings could never be as beautiful as us.
Huddled by the shortwave, cheering on the B.L.A.
We cried for the ones at Ludlow
And sang songs about those beautiful months in 1871.
But I'd like to think we've done our best.
'Cause we've been scared many a-time, but have never given in.
We've been scared many a-time, but have never given in. (3x)