Sometimes I just wanna take an amplifier
The biggest on the market
And speak to a city
Do something for peace
Peace of mind seems difficult
When music becomes noise
And life turns into something we toy with
With the freedom that you've been given
And grace you believe in
It may be religion
That is worth believing

Somehow, somewhere
There is a *** of gold
For the many disillusioned
A dollar for the many starving
As visionaries envisioned
A job market that is free from fire
My dreams burn on the funeral pyre