If you can't lend a hand, then get out of the way.

How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died?

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

She takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

Come Senators, Congressman, please heed the call, don't stand in the doorway, don't block the hall.

Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.