The things we laid do not amount to much 

Made of abandoned wood loose stones and such 



This revolution baby 

Proves who you work for lately 



Release the castaways who run amok 

From self appointed winds which blow and such 

When present tense gets strangled in the mire 

Made of our cozy decomposing wires 



Who do you work for baby 

And does it work for you lately 



But when the night is over and the walls start burning 

When fire starts to matter and the clock is churning 

Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from 

Learning 



It's alright 



The things we laid do not amount to much 

Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs 

When present tense gets strangled in the woes 

Made of our future foe scenarios 



This revolution baby 

Proves who you work for lately 

Who do you work for baby 

And does it work for you lately 



But when the night is over and the walls keep linking 

When fire starts to matter and the clock keeps sinking 

Cliches and other chatter keeps our minds from 

Thinking 

Our minds keep thinking 



It's alright 



That's when it turned on me 

A motorcade of 'meant to be's' 

Parades of beauty queens 

Where soft entwines make kindling 

These many detailed things 

Like broken nails and plastic rings 

Will win by keeping me 

From speaking to my new darling 

And there's no way to know 

Our future foe scenarios 

That's when it turned on me 

Where bobby pins hold angel wings 



It's alright