of all the ways we have to get down to B from A
the organized walk in time creeps me out
the protest the funeral the municipal "come one come all"
and speaking of funerals
i hope i never have to ever carry your pall
i hope i never have to ever carry your pall
so line up the lost toys in endless columns of rows
and send them down to first and main with the band
when we are numerous in our discontent
we will sick in and we will walk out
and we will circle the block until you meet our demands
we will circle the block until you meet our demands