Sisters and Brothers, we have surely lost our way in strip malls full of cancer and a pathetic 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. 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! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! 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. So come on friends to the barricades again. So come on friends to the barricades again. So come on friends to the barricades again. We will find our way. 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 doubt and worry die, how will it feel?
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