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We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web.
We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read.
And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to 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.
While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
He says, "Death will give us back to God, just like the setting sun...
is returned to the lonesome ocean."
We must blend into the choir, sing as 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 into the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love...
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge.
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.