Hey there daughter of Eve

Help me sing this tear gas riot song

To some fresh faced police

They won't even know what hit em

When they lift their Roman shades

When the people's song comes pouring in on a brand new day



Now, you who dam the river

You who change a mountain's name

First we marched to rally back

Now we're taking down Washington state

In death theres a consolation

You know only hate and rage

You paid a dowry for your child's rights

Now she's living like a slave



A prayer came down the wire

And it was all in the enemys code

You couldn't figure out what mercy meant

Until you did like you were told

When they finally sent the doctors

Once the fireball went out

There was nothing left but the cockroaches

In a movie with no sound



What good, what good are you?

With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room

What good, what good are you?

With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb



Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson

Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost

It all catches up with you

Once you get just a little too old

Take a hard look in the mirror

It's a thing that you did not see

The shadow's long

But the day is young

It just wasn't meant to be



There's no blankets for the winter

There's no oil in the lamp

And I'd like to write my congressman

But I can't afford the stamp

You want me to pay my taxes

So you can propagate your lies

While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans

Looking like they're gonna die



Yeah, you who quote the legends

You who poisoned all of my dreams

You pinned all of the medals on

All those boys from Omaha Beach

Hope you haven't got too lazy

I know you like your apple pie

But the working poor you've been pissing on

Are doing double shifts tonight



What good, what good are you?

With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room

What good, what good are you?

With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb