The triumph of our tired eyes.

Lyrics

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?