bright eyes
at the bottom of everything
We must talk on every telephone Get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues From the books that we have read And to the face of every criminal Strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare  We must take all of the medicine Too expensive now to sell Set fire to the preacher Who is promising us hell And in the ear of every anarchist That sleeps but doesn't dream We must sing, we must sing, we must sing  While my mother waters plants My father loads his gun He says death will give us back to god Just like the setting sun Its return to the lonesome ocean  And then they splashed into the deep blue sea It was a wonderful splash  We must blend into the choir Sing a static with the whole We must memorize nine numbers And deny we have a soul And in this endless race for property And privilege to be one We must run, we must run, we must run  We must hang up in the belfry Where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball And only see the past And into the caverns of tomorrow With just our flashlights and our love We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge And then we'll get down there Way down to the very bottom of everything And then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it  Oh my mornings coming back The whole world's waking up This city bus is swimming past I'm happy just because I found out that I am really no one