They're looking at me from a magazine These eyes haunt me though I am unseen From Tompkins Park to the dirty beach The anger's mounting and it is in reach Misrepresented or misunderstood They're crawling 'round us in the neighborhood Make a profit from the sheer decay They kill the birthright on a summer's day
Craw out of your hole tied to the post What have you got to lose? Out of control, you at the polls Make no bone, circle 'round me Out of my tree, loving and free But why I am feeling this doubt? Shaking, I shout Make no plans for me, make no plans
Mean and moaning, are we impotent To stop the killing of environment? To save the world, will it be dissent? I'm asking you, you say "no comment", no
Crawl out of your hole, tied to the post What have you got to prove? Out of control, you take the polls Make no bone, circle 'round me Out of my tree, loving and free Why I am feeling this doubt? Shaking, I shout Make no plans for me, make no plans
The sweet defense of the single bar No use hiding, we know where you are Tawana Brawley and her plastic bag Hell's the future, and we're looking back
Crawl out of your hole, tied to the post What have you got to prove? Out of control, you take the polls Make no bone, circle 'round me Out of my tree, loving and free Why I am feeling this doubt? Shaking, I shout Make no plans for me, make no plans