We were in a field looking at headstones Making up stories and autobiographical songs Some we made rich men, some we made gods To some we gave power And the rest were like us We were in a cave with bones in our nose We were notating history with paleolithical marks We picked our leader and gave him our sons They left us as children And brought us all back clubs Someone ought to teach these kids to dance Lest the forget what it is to live Someone ought to teach these kids to dance Lest they miss what a gift it is Someone ought to teach these kids to dance Lest they forget what it is to live She was in a New World They built her a box They showed her the floor plan and its sociopolitical walls They told her that progress was a Bear and a Bull That made their bed in the West and made us all successful But this icon of insurrection stands opposed to the populace This icon of insurrection won't be sleeping in Someone ought to teach that girl to dance Lest she miss what a dream she is Someone ought to teach that girl to dance Lest she forget what a dream she is This icon of insurrection stands opposed to the populace With eyes wide open, her arms wide open