We are all the revolution in the flesh.
Some are marching out as Uncle Sam’s “We Need You!”s
Some are staring at the Gaslight and singin’ the blues.
So let us role out into the postcard sunset that fades on promises we never kept.
Stray dogs are going for a dumpster dive, but where are the stray dogs gonna sleep tonight?
Friends over my shoulder, we are not alone. Stars punched in the sky like morse code.
Shining down on college towns, raging boys and girls.
Gleaming in the darkness of an unconscious world.
We came in chains. Side-stepped down the gang planks.
Been stirred, but never shaken. Is the glass half-full? No. It’s only half-empty.
We sing, we dance. Cast out we drift. So stand fast my friend.
Right here is what we came for.
Where went the hearts that used to wander through our fallen city streets.
When we fought back all the fierce tears of our fatality.
So when the sound comes round the boardwalk, just tell me where you stand.
In fleeting instances of comfort, no, our songs were never dead.
We’ll lift each other up in this world of nameless faces.
I know that fire’s still burning now somewhere.
It’s with a fistful of conviction, and strength where our blood runs deep
That we find a reason for revolution.
As we sing.
We’ll live for the noise. Have faith in your voice.
Have heart, swing now. Let that record spin and turn it up loud.
Drink down the sun, while we’re still young.
No, love, just wait till we strap dynamite to those Hollywood Hills.
Where went the hearts that used to wander through our fallen city streets.
When we fought back all the fierce tears of our fatality.
So when the sound comes round the boardwalk, just tell me where you stand.
In fleeting instances of comfort, no, our songs were never dead.
We’ll lift each other up in this world of nameless faces.
I know that fire’s still burning now somewhere.
It’s with a fistful of conviction, and strength where our blood runs deep
That we find a reason for revolution.
As we sing.
There’s something in the water my son, there’s a new kinda breed in the works.
So drink up my darling cause we gotta make it home, there’s a new kinda breed in the works.
As we sing.
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