Untitled Protest Song

The words of the poets
Lie scattered and broken
And all of our idols
Have crumbled and fallen
Where will you run to
As cities are burning?
As leaders are hiding?
Will you try to find something
To follow?

The sound of the drumbeats
It echoes like thunder
Pride and ambition
Will suck us all under
Have we learned nothing
Since Rome's walls were crumbling?
As Nero is fiddling
Have you got some truth
We can borrow?

Laugh as we dance
In our mad melancholy
Scorn our own wisdom
Embrace all our folly
When the Dow crashes
We'll line up by classes
In sackcloth and ashes
And bleed for a better
Tomorrow

Lyrics copyright 2004 Brendan Quinn