The sound of sainthood knockin
Was so drowned out by your talkin'
One of many things to do.
This concept I've been given
That there's more to life than livin'
Would be nice if it were true.
If this world's so pure and lovely,
You ask standin' high above me,
Why the anger? Why the rage?
But my answer goes forgotten,
When my head it's pillow cotton,
And I step off of her stage.
Do you know who you are?
Na na na na now.
Did you make it this far
Whoa whoa whoa whoa now.
Could you ever be sure
Na na na na now.
That you knew who you were?
But the presentation cracks,
Under the stress of movin' facts,
Claims of progress have collapsed.
Give me liberty or murder,
Cause you're just pushin' me further,
And this rope has long since snapped.
Do you know who you are?
Na na na na now.
Did you make it this far
Whoa whoa whoa whoa now.
Could you ever be sure
Na na na na now.
That you knew who you were?
? Thought of freedom,
From a place just north of Eden,
At an inconvenient time.
But there's no more second guessin'
Cause it's all been such blessin'
And I'm glad that it was mine.
Do you know who you are?
Na na na na now.
Did you make it this far
Whoa whoa whoa whoa now.
Could you ever be sure
Na na na na now.
That you knew who you were?
Know know know know who you are
Know who you are
Na na na na now. (8x)