Wash the dried blood from these strings
So I can close this one pristine
Ohh, now let me summarize the theme
On the platform a guitar case hiding old rhymes
pillow for one more assassin killing time
But wanting more than bouncing back and forth on jersey transit lines
He [bad word] a chord so that the [bad word] throng
..Can hear his song

Ohh, these [bad word] drove the world to dystopian [bad word] And we're just waiting for the next train
The newsstands never offer the obvious news
That our carnage [bad word] back our way

So I will fill up each lung with napalm and nitrogen
because I'm ready to march up to the battlefields today
And my tongue will be the flame
That torches their campaign
Oh yes, it will be one great afternoon [bad word] yes, it will be one great afternoon
When my words can pacify a whole platoon

We've all gone insane
Riding on [bad word] train
Hurtling us towards a dark, dark age
Where war and famine rage
without end until we all are gone
The smell of fresh-cut lawns
Mixing with fear that's where denial breeds
Because the suffering isn't out on their own street
That's where I - freak out!
I'm right in their faces and I - scream out!

We cannot sustain this, our future is on the line
And we must fight to survive
And I'll shout this as I ride
Like revere on the masspike
And I'll find out what my voice can do