Viva la Rebellion
A cabinet full of crooks
A drawer full of hate
Pockets full of don’t ask
Splatter on your face
A dream that’s going nowhere
You’re lost and can’t be found
Hide tide for fear of no man
That wall is coming down
Look at all the birds
Every shape, color, size
Scratching at the surface
Pecking at the lies
Adorning the walls with excrement
Every day is a holiday
Every day is the same old story
The plot thickens
But none will sway
Where have all the flowers gone?
Where are all the vines?
Where are all the pretty birds?
Where are all the signs?
