This Machine Kills

I wear my heart on my strings
Abuse me so I'll have something to sing
Throw rotten fruit or throw a fit
Make me know you give a shit

Woody Guthrie rode a bunch of trains
From the Redwood Forest to the C.I.A
But me I ride a big red Schwinn
Through polluted slush to college cushiness

They say he killed fascists with his songs
Well I'm happy just to kill eardrums
I'd rather kiss a breast than shake a fist
This machine kills time it don't kill fascists

But I know a radical
She's so politically minded
She got peace and anarchy symbols
Intervowen on the back of her leather jacket
She says "a violent overthrow of the old regime
Is the only solution"
But on her signs she always misspells revolution

And me I'm apathetic
Just because I don't buy it
I guess I'm just a youth for peace and quiet

I wear my heart out on my strings
But my words are birds with concrete wings
And you dismiss them for parrot mimicry
I split my atom and you laugh at me

So I beat my chest like the primate I am
And I fall into a fetal position
I'd rather cast off my clothes
Than cast a vote any day
I can't save free expression
By the next election anyway
And I'd rather kiss a breast than shake a fist
Or point my finger
This machine kills time
It don't kill fascists or folksingers