I saw Abbie Hoffman’s ghost in the distance We got Saul Williams keeping up the resistance And punk rock and blues music keep dying We keep buying
Matt Stone and Trey Parker have taken over the mission 'Cause our politicians they don’t have a position Who’s to blame for this shallow existence? Our existence
We try and fight, but this wall’s too high Have we lost tonight? But one second chance could change everything
And I think I’ll go write my Senator a letter But they just talk shit, they ain’t gonna make nothing better Me and Bev we ain’t two birds of a feather Of a feather
And I’m counting on Chomsky, McClellan Aldous Huxley and the Intelligencia Well Cat Stevens he got out and he ain’t missin’ ya And this overpriced and candy coated life, does it fit ya? Does it fit ya?
We try and fight, but this wall’s too high Have we lost tonight? But one second chance could change everything
These are bloody faces we hold in the fire Open up the gates, I don’t ask why These are bloody faces we hold in the fire The fire, the fire, the fire
And these are bloody faces we hold in the fire Open up the gates, I don’t ask why These are bloody faces we hold in the fire But it’s time, it’s time to sing
We try and fight, but this wall’s too high Have we lost tonight? But one second chance could change everything Could change everything
And these are bloody faces we hold in the fire Open up the gates, I don’t ask why These are bloody faces we hold in the fire But it’s time, it’s time to sing