The Triumph of Our Tired Eyes

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 desperate ones and the driven ones

The soldiers with their cigarettes
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop
The lonesome ones and the desperate 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

[Sara Menuck]
When we finally cross the barricades
With the angels on our side
When we finally deny all the popular lies
When we finally let doubt and worry die
How will it feel?