We are the fathers that couldn’t pay the rent,
the single mothers that can’t afford daycare,
the cancer patients that die instead of drown in debt,
the college drop-outs that couldn’t find loans,
the fry cooks that are overworked and underpaid,
the graduates that become homeless,
the musicians that want to be happy,
the daughters that sell themselves to eat,
the alcoholics that couldn’t find work,
the atheists that stopped believing,
the ex-husbands that were left for the CEO,
the minority that will never get a green card,
the sons that enlist to avoid the streets,
the homosexuals that can’t marry,
the intellectuals that know better.

We are the loves with broken hopes,
and the dreamers with no more faith.

We are the ninety-nine percent.

Walking in the city
Strolling down the streets
Marching to the beat
Of a different song

Upper West Side
I’m in Strawberry Fields
Singing Give Peace A Chance
In his own words,
In his own write
No instruments allowed
But I don’t care today
I don’t care

Somehow I’ve found a place where I’ve belong
Somehow I’ve found a life I see myself living
A life I can remember, a life with you

Downtown Wall Street
The crowd is chanting,
“We are the 99%,
and so are you!”

Well, so am I
So am I

Careful what you do, careful what you say
I’m living in a twisted reality
I can’t tell my dreams from life
And I don’t know what I’m worth

Beer cans in the bushes
Wildlife howls in the night
Not really why I’m here

Wednesday they’re tipsy,
Thursday they’re drunk,
Friday night they don’t know
Don’t know what you’ve been told
But by Saturday it’s already old

Frat parties, dorm rooms
Girls are drinking and boys are hoping
Hoping for a one night stand
I’m praying that I’m not the girl

Is it bad to want to be safe?
‘Cause it’s difficult to find a sober man
This isn’t the real world yet

There was a man,
and his name was Sunny
because he stared
at the sun
mindlessly.

The mountains aren’t calling my name
I hear the river is turning into wine
And this road will never end
Father, this world isn’t mine

Praise this ode to chaos,
Recite a prayer to fate
“Nothing can be done”
“Nothing can be done”

I’m a mortal and I’m a sinner
My heart is just about still
Kick off your boots, sit on your throne
Bury us in another landfill

Why won’t you come?
Give us something to believe
We’re patient and we’re waiting
But soon we’ll have to leave