I'm gonna get you back in the races
Let's wipe the blood of our faces
And change the mess that we're in
The people we've been
Or the end of everything will happen over again
The sword or the pen?
It's these tricky little concepts that are hard to comprehend
When I'm confused and I am late
And I don't whom I hate
While I'm screwing up my lines at the republican debate
And I am... so afraid what they will say
About the way I rearranged
All the words we used to scream about changes
I wouldn't want to do it alone
I always get afraid when my name is called
So I'm gonna get you back in the races
Let's wipe the blood of our faces
And change the mess that we're in
Or it's gonna happen over again
And again and again and again
Until we simply reach a dead end
So I'd like to keep you in and I would love to see you loved
But the nicotine chewing gum effect is wearing off
And I'm like; oh no, excuses coming, oh no, I'm not ready
Oh no, my lungs are full and still I dream of screaming of changes
I wouldn't want to do it alone
I always get afraid when my name is called
So I'm gonna get you back in the races
Let's wipe the blood of our faces
And change the mess that we're in
And if the smallest things
Can make the people sing
We're gonna take measure
And dig up the treasure
We're gonna get better
We're gonna write letters
While dreaming of changes
I wouldn't want to do it alone
I always get afraid when my name is called
So I'm gonna get you back in the races
Let's wipe the blood of our faces
And change the mess that we're in