(Laux, Evans, Jancewicz)
Strange news this summer
An exodus unlike another
A display of solidarity
Yeah we’ll walk the highways
And float the streams
Old thought patterns
At last decay
The doubting structures
Are giving way
Old folks get their dreams back
Kiliminjaro gets to keep its glacier
And so you will sweat and slave
And fight until your dying day
So you can see the sun set o’er the Pacific
As your soul foams like the Atlantic
And you can get the state to cede
And you can claim your own indeed
A passing wave, a restless breeze
A gliding tern, a falling leaf
But you can never claim to own me
No you can never claim to own me
Mexico can’t believe it
Their neighbors have gone mad!
Strolling through the cornfields
That hide each and every ICBM
Radio stations alone stay open
But DJs finally have the freedom to play
Only those songs
That move their souls
While the Garden State Parkway
Collects no tolls
And so you will sweat and slave
And fight until your dying day
So you can see the sun set o’er the Pacific
As your soul foams like the Atlantic
And you can get the state to cede
And you can claim your own indeed
A passing wave, a restless breeze
A gliding tern, a falling leaf
But you can never claim to own me
No you can never claim to own me
Marching down the highway
Pass an old gas station
No one buying diesel
Cause we’re walking cross the
Walking cross the nation
Marching down the highway
Past an old gas station
No one buying diesel
Because life is more
Important to me
You wanna watch us burn the Alps, and level the hills
Inches deep in sleeping pills
The essence of our existence
Burn the Alps, and level all the hills
Inches deep in sleeping pills
The necessary materials
Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated
(I can assure you of that)
Rumors of my untimely demise have been
(blown way out of proportion)
Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated
(And I’m living proof!)
Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated
(What else can I say?)
Nothing!
And so you will sweat and slave
And fight until your dying day
So you can see the sun set o’er the Pacific
As your soul foams like the Atlantic
And you can get the state to cede
And you can claim your own indeed
A passing wave, a restless breeze
A gliding tern, a falling leaf
But you can never claim to own me
No you can never claim to own me
But you can never claim to own me
No you can never claim to own me
Saxton: Lead Vocals
Lox: Guitar & Backup Vocals
Young Savage: Keyboards & Backup Vocals
Bondorew: Rhythm Guitar
Franchina: Bass & Backup Vocals
Spam: Drums & Backup Vocals