Signal The Riflemen Say Anything

I can't work
There's too many wars overseas
There's too much creative juice in me
To focus it on math

So I'll pace around
I'll chat with your answering machine
As my thoughts drift unto the unclean
I have to take a bath

You know, I know, they don't know anything
About you and me and all our kind
Reasonless, meaningless superiority
Slaughtered symphonies in our minds

This college cattle call
Ships of the hundred herds of young and wealthy work horse mules
The teachers label all the dreamers fools
"We're not their fucking tools!"

You and me can set them free together
With one hand on each other's
And the other on our weaponry, yeah
You and me can set them free together
All I need is your love, all I need is your love
All I need is your love, and a revolution