Bright Eyes - At the bottom of eveything

We must ^Ctalk in every telephone, get ^Featen off the ^Cweb We must ^Crip out all the epilogues from the ^Fbooks we have ^Gread And to t^Che face of every criminal strapped ^Ffirmly in a chair We must ^Cstare, we must ^Gstare, we must ^Cstare

We must ^Ctake all of the medicines too ^Fexpensive now to ^Csell Set fi^Cre to the preacher who is ^Fpromising us ^Ghell And in the^C ear of every anarchist who ^Fsleeps but doesn't dream We must s^Cing, we must s^Ging, we must ^Csing "And it'll go like this"

W^Fhile my mother w^Gaters plants my ^Cfather loads his ^Fgun. He says, &^Fquot;Death will giv^Ge us back to god, just ^Amilike the setting ^Fsun i^Gs returned to the lonesome ocean."

We must ^Cblend into the choir, sing a s^Ftatic with the w^Chole We must ^Cmemorize nine numbers and ^Fdeny we have a ^Gsoul And to this ^Cendless race for property and ^Fprivilege to be won We must ^Crun, we must ^Grun, we must ^Crun

We must ^Chang up in the belfry where the ^Fbats in moonlight ^Claugh We must ^Cstare into a crystal ball and ^Fonly see the ^Gpast And in the ^Ccaverns of tomorrow with our ^Fflashlights and our love We must ^Cplunge, we must ^Gplunge, we must ^Cplunge

^CAnd then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything ^Cand then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it

O^Fh my morning's ^Gcoming back The ^Cwhole worlds waking ^Fup Oh the ^Fcity bus is ^Gswimming past I'm ^Amihappy just ^Fbecause I ^Gfound out I am really no one