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