We all got flags, we been dying to fly We all got a baby that cries and cries Mine's been howling since '81 When Lennon died and the old man come Poets wrote, the musicians played Mothers marched and the atheists prayed Every door, every wavering brain Was plain worn down by the youth brigade Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins Good guys sometimes win The tools of the devil were a beating drum His holy name and a silver tongue The poor man's anger and the rich man's till And the elevation of an empty shell Between the wars and choking trees Whose song is sung, who's begging please Who rang the bell, who made the bed Disgraced the missing and the dead Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins Good guys sometimes win We're all product, we're all proof We're what happened to our youth How hilarious, how uncouth We beat back the devil in the voting booth Poets wrote, the musicians played Mothers marched and the atheists prayed Every door, every wavering brain Was plain worn down by the youth brigade Ain't it good to see somebody knows just where you been Look at us, we're screeching monkeys lit up from within Here's a toast to every angel sitting on their pins Good guys sometimes win