I was searching for the first thing that would appear in my mind Our political and economic conditions were the only things that I could find If we had the means of production then I know what we would do Let's paint this blue world black and red until that which should be becomes true The police chief is in a limousine Running away from our guillotine We are singing the utopian blues in the key of C We are singing "we want it all" The police chief is in a limousine Running away from our guillotine We will communalize the land and all industries When the summer turns to fall I would be lying if I told that I was trying to follow the law The means of freedom were dying, that was the last thing that I saw Before I found a way to run away from the castle of undead vampires There is not enough water in this entire galaxy to quell our revolutionary fires The police chief is in a limousine Running away from our guillotine We are singing the utopian blues in the key of C We are singing "we want it all" The police chief is in a limousine Running away from our guillotine We will communalize the land and all industries When the summer turns to fall