Request the honor of your presence

the tear gas has blown away

put down your crumpets and your coffee now

so unfashionably late





little brother, little sister

underwater we go

out of our ordinary selves

stepping out

to where the people sing





woohooooooooooo

-and the people sing

-and the times are good





you say i'm acting like a beggar

i call it killing the fool

you carry more baggage

than a momma's boy

on your first day of school





let go of the light of the t.v.

drop the hands

the chains that bind me

turn it all around

stop, lift you up 'n die to self

in a time when the left and the right's the same

when it's all blurred vision in a crazy haze

send out the invitations!





you say i'm acting like a beggar

i call it killing the fool

to save your life you gotta lose it

so the people sïng.