Throw your pistol in the river Ditch the trucks, we can walk from here Only bring what you can carry Everything you need is waiting there Everything you need is waiting there Look! Fire! They're burning all that money Raise a toast, throw your wallet in Days of wood, days before metal When we were animals, not coins When we were animals, not coins They gave up on government Everything works on common sense Nailed high on the main gates Is the only law, the law of chance The only law, the law of chance Guerilla poets ink a wall Children with no rhythm dance To rebel music at a painter's house Now there's never an empty glass Now there's never an empty glass What am I doing here Grabbing my piece of history I'm braver with a hammer My hands can shape this place What am I doing here Answering stupid questions Why am I here There's no place else left to go