dearest friend, you're off the payroll
you will get strangled by our halo
we have no gold to end the rainbow
sorry for rocking your cradle

the mountaintop holds a volcano
the wind of change a wild tornado
we have no light to end the tunnel
sorry for bursting your bubble

now wake up and tell your neighbor
you can stop waiting for a savior
we have no prize to end the labor
sorry for cutting your paper