Signal The Riflemen

I can't workThere's too many wars over seasThere's too much creative juice in me to focus in on thatSo I'll pace around, I'll chat with your answering machineAs my thoughts drift into the uncleanI have to take a bathYou know, I know, they don't know anything about you and me and all our kindReasonless, meaningless superioritySlaughtered symphonies in our mindThis college cattle callShips off a hundred herds of young and wealthy work-horse mulesThe teachers labeled all the dreamers fools"You're not their fucking tool!"You and me can set them free togetherWith one hand on each others,And the other on our weaponry,YeahYou and me can set them free togetherAll I need is your loveAnd a revolution.And you,They fit inside of a boxThey tie it with their proficient knots,To keep you in the darkThey're scared of your eyes 'cause they radiate blueNever ever stop dreamin