Sisters and brothers,
We have surely lost our way
In strip malls full of cancer,
And a pathetic rain
And lover, sweet lover
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

Pimples 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!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!

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

The soldiers with their cigarettes
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lonesome ones and the desparate 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 side
When we finally deny all the populary loss
When we finally let doubt and worry die
How will it feel?"