Where evil flies but is never willed
 Where souls are searched one by one
 And voices ring out for the day has begun
 You can hear them sing
 You can feel them sing
 You can be them sing

 We are the brown eyed pickle boys
 Searching for truth and freedom
 We are the brown eyed pickle boys
 roaming the world we see
 We'll roam around touch the ground
 Don't wipe it away
 Take what you need but not in a foolish way
 Take what you need but not in a selfish way

 There is a pool
 A dent in the earth
 Where water stands
 from the clouds that burst
 They cool themselves from the aim of the sun
 Where voices scream out for the passion of fun

 You can hear them sing
 You can feel them sing
 You can be them sing

 It's all so clear, It's far from me now
 This vision of hope This vision of sound
 Where man is kind and cares for the earth
 Where voices cry out for the plea of self worth