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

Concrete and flowers

Musicians are cowards!

Let's argue in the kitchen

For hours and hours

Tomorrow is a travesty

Tomorrow will be ours

Musicians are cowards!

Politicians are cowards!

Policeman are cowards!

Racists are cowards!

Corporations are cowards!

Philosophers are cowards!

We will find our way

We will find our way

The soldiers with their specialists

And the cops with their guns- cannot stop

The lost ones and the desperate ones and the dreaming ones

The soldiers with their specialists

And the cops with their guns- cannot stop

The lonesome ones and the desperate ones and the smart ones

We will find our way

We will find our way

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

To the barricades again

To the barricades again

To the barricades again

We will find our way