From the recording Angle of Repose, Angle of Attack
Lyrics
Feel the anger in the streets
Hotter than a burning wire
Bills to pay and hills to climb
Oil to burn and guns to fire
We know it’s going nowhere
All right way up and wrong way there
Destination, hesitation
And set adrift from all your cares
Feel the anger in the night
Ocean-sized and sure it’s right
Deep black blue and full of dreams
And certain of the need to fight
The kids have taken to the streets
To fire weapons at the moon
The higher powers, the unclimbed towers
All the things you tried to climb too soon
Have you heard them pray for rain?
It washes all the faithful clean
They tremble and they sway beneath
Towers build on sketchy themes
We know it’s going nowhere
You want the future, YOU go get her
Asking how and why this happened…
THEY'RE FUCKING KIDS, THEY DON'T KNOW BETTER