Sisters and Brothers,
We have surely lost our way
In strip malls full of cancer
And a permanent rain.
Mother, sweet mother,
Please don't discipline your hands.
Just kiss me in the morning
In your dirtiest pants.

We will find our way.

There is beauty in this land
But I don't often see it.
There is beauty in this land,
But I don't often feel it.

People are flowers.
Musicians are Cowards!
Let's argue in the kitchen
For hours and hours.
Tomorrow is a travesty,
Tomorrow should be ours.
Musicians are Cowards!

The soldiers with their specialists
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop
The lost ones, and the desperate ones, and the driven ones.

The soldiers with their cigarettes
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop
The lonesome ones, and the desperate ones, and the smart ones.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.
We will find our way.

When we finally cross the barricades
With the angels on our sides,
When we finally deny all the popular lies,
When we finally let all doubt and worry die -
How will it feel?