Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat Midnight, our sons and daughters Cut down, taken from us In the wind we hear their laughter In the rain we see their tears Night hangs like a prisoner Stretched over black and blue In the trees our sons stand

Surprise surprise, surprise surprise You're much better looking when you're in disguise And this revolution has been brought to you by Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons It's hard to save a dollar the way the world runs Those who seek

Darker times They’re telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all we’ve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didn’t compromise She could recognize Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the sun