Bright Eyes - Sing, sing, sing

We must talk in every telephoneget eaten off the webwe must rip out all the epiloguesfrom the books that we have readand to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chairwe must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take all of the medicinestoo expensive now to sellset fire to the preacherwho is promising us helland to the ear of every anarchistwho sleeps but never dreamswe must sing, we must sing, we must singand it'll go like this While my mother waters plantsmy father loads his gunhe says death will give us back to godjust like the setting sunis returned to the lonesome ocean We must blend into the choir sing in static with the wholewe must memorize nine numbersand deny we have a souland from this endless race for propertyand privelege to be wonwe must run, we must run, we must run We must hold up in the bunker where the dying soldier laughswe must stare into a crystal balland only see the past and to the caverns of tomorrowwith just our flashlights and our lovewe must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge And then we'll get down thereyou know, way down in the very bottomand we'll see itoh my god we'll see it, we'll see it Oh my mornings coming backthe whole worlds waking upall the city buses swimming pastim happy just becausei found out i am really no one