White Blues -

Dawn of the dead

Close your mouth 'cause it won’t be fed

In this brave new world you’re on your own, they said

But don’t think twice if you make some mistakes tonight

There’s time enough to find your place

(What you want and what’s at stake)

There’s room to bend before you break

And miles to go before before you wake

White Blues Now!

It’s all trash now

White Blues Now!

Throw it all away

Oh, Mr Kurtz, man, we love you so much it hurts

You’ve shown us what it means to self-assert

You win our fights

You keep the cliffs of Dover white

And you’ve put surprises in our dreams

One tense moment’s all we need

To dig a grave of sand and weeds

And write on it who fails and who succeeds

Here lies another case of stepping on too many faces

They drove him uptown, they ran him around

They plowed him six feet under

Thought he never lost an inch of ground