I can't work
There's too many wars over seas
There's too much creative juice in me to focus in on that
So I'll pace around, I'll chat with your answering machine
As my thoughts drift into the unclean
I have to take a bath
You know, I know, they don't know anything about you and me and all our kind
Reasonless, meaningless superiority
Slaughtered symphonies in our mind
This college cattle call
Ships off a hundred herds of young and wealthy work-horse mules
The teachers labeled all the dreamers fools
"You're not their fucking tool!"
You and me can set them free together
With one hand on each others,
And the other on our weaponry,
Yeah
You and me can set them free together
All I need is your love
And a revolution.
And you,
They fit inside of a box
They tie it with their proficient knots,
To keep you in the dark
They're scared of your eyes 'cause they radiate blue
Never ever stop dreamin