I’m gonna go out and protest
Got nuthin’ better to do
I wanna go cause some unrest
‘Cause I got no point of view
I graduated last in my class
No prospects on the horizon
Livin’ in Mom and Dad’s basement
With mounting bills from Verizon
I got no business bein’ here
Pretending that I really care
Got no ideals or direction
But the media want me there
I’ll light a few fires, throw some rocks
‘Cause that’s how history’s done
In time, they’ll see what a difference I made
I’ll be known by everyone
No I got no time for invention
Enlightenment or art
The days of waiting are over
Leave it to the Boomer old-farts
I talk about Reconstruction
But I’m only here to scorch the earth
My generation craves direction
Each epoch aims to mark its birth
It’s time for the Revolution
So lemme put on my hood
If you see me comin’, better move on
I’m here for the collective good
I’m here for the collective good
I’m here for the collective good
I’m here for the Collective
she is the neon glow but i am the rusty sign
she is the moonlight but i am the the dusty ground
everybody says they need to add a light angelic
the kind that only can be found in the hearts of
pretty girls like her on nights like this
a light that leaves you in such peace with all you have done
and become
a light that leaves you beautifully complete
with mind romancing reasons to capitulate
its not so bad after all this carpetbagger life
with your tidal water jewels and ransom notes
with your fragrant notions
and whispered dreams
its that angelic light that leaves hope when all other lights have gone
its that angelic light from the young girls heart that gives
breath to old man dreams
and a younger man's schemes
let me dance a little longer in her angelic light
let me taste these last few passing moments sweetly
it is that angelic light that gave me reason to go on
its that promise that still keeps the daylight alive
so let me sell you some tidal jewels
and strands of golden thread
let me invite you to sit in the angelic light while we sip the wine
and pass the summer's time
old man dreams
and young man's schemes
they seem so kind
in the angelic light