Weakerthans - Confessions of a futon revolutionist

^EHeld like ^Awater in you ^Eshaking hands ^{A E}are all the ^Asmall defeats a ^Eday demands. ^{A E}10-^A6 or 9-^B5 trying, ^Adying to ^Esurvive. ^ENever ^Aknowing what sur^Evival means.

^ELeave the ^Aapartment to buy ^Ealcohol. ^{A E}Hung our ^Adiplomas on the ^Ebathroom wall. ^{A E}Pick at the ^Aplaster chipped ^Baway, survey some ^Astunning tooth ^Edecay, en^Elist the ^Acat in the im^Epending class-war.

^BLet's lay our ^F#mbad day d^Aown here, dear and ^Bmake-^F#mbelieve we're ^Astrong, or ^Ehum some ^F#mprotest ^Asong.

Like maybe "We Shall Over^Ecome Someday." ^{A E}Overcome the ^Astupid ^Ethings we say. ^{A E}Say I ^Aneeded more than ^Bthis, say I ^Aneeded one more ^Bkiss. We ^F#mleft that light on ^Eway ^Atoo ^Elong ^Anow.

Let's ^Bplant a ^F#mbomb at ^Acity-hall and ^Bkill an ^F#mM-L-^AA. We'll ^Etalk the ^F#mnight a^Away. You call in ^Esick, I'll quit the ^F#mword-games that I ^Aplay. I swear I way more than half be^Elieve it ^F#mwhen I ^Asay

^C#somewhere love and justice shine. ^{A B}Cynicism falls a^Esleep. ^C#Tyranny talks to ^Aitself. ^BSappy slogans all come ^Etrue. ^C#We forget to fee^Ad our fear. ^{B B}