They keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It’s a wonder
I can think at all

There’s a bailout coming but it’s not for me
It’s for all those creeps watching tickers on TV

There’s a bailout coming but it’s not for you
It’s for all those creeps hiding what they do

There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’
just as fast as my feet can fly
Come away, come away if you’re goin’,
leave the sinkin’ ship behind.

All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place

Holy the supernatural, extra-brilliant, intelligent kindness of the soul.

“Poetry is the art of asking the more beautiful question.”

“Find the unanswerable questions….and don’t answer them.”

“Home of the brave, land of the free,
I don’t want to be mistreated by no bourgeoisie.”

I should have fought until I was the last man alive.