No more lying down We've got to speak and move No more righteousness Everything is far too wrong No more selfish tears You haven't paid for them No more dressing up Please leave your costumes Home No more looking down You might bump your head
The purpose is within yourself The movement is within yourself
Your emotions are nothing but politics So get control
No more alcohol It's a Kool-aid substitute No more heroin Death is not glamourous No more ruling class You're a bunch of silly kids No more image fight It's just a sucker punch
Hurt wastes your energy Suffering wastes energy Your emotions are nothing but politics So get control
No more number one We've got to quit that game No more attitude Give it back to the TV set No more tough-guy stance I hear your mommy call No more suicide It kills everyone No more petty love No more petty hate No more pettiness No more pain
