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?"