Låttexter: The Weakerthans. Confessions of a futon-revolutionist..

Held like water in your shaking hands
Are all the small defeats a day demands
10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive
Never knowing what survival means

Leave the apartment to buy alcohol
Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall
Pick at the plaster chipped away
Survey some stunning tooth decay

Enlist the cat in the impending class-war
Let?s lay our bad day down here, dear
Let?s make-believe we?re strong
Or hum some protest song

Like maybe ?We Shall Overcome Someday?
Overcome the stupid things we say
Say, I needed more than this
Say I needed one more kiss

We left that light on way too long
Let?s plant a bomb at city-hall
Let?s kill a member of the Legislative Assembly
Or talk the night away

You call in sick, I?ll quit the word-games that I play
I swear I way more than half, believe it when I say
That somewhere love and justice shine

Cynicism falls asleep
Tyranny talks to itself
Sappy slogans all come true
We forget to feed our fear