Steal This Sound

File those nails and clip those wings
'Cause it's curtains for the cretins when they cut these strings 
It's some missionary complex that keeps me testifying 
It's time we steal these pennies back from the fountain 

We stole our voice from the Cigarette City underground
We dug this noise from the gospel soil at Jonestown 
Our party employs no politician 
Our feuds are not commissioned 
We may not eat tonight 

We've sharpened our teeth, and we've made our lists 
Have you ever been haunted by the little shaking fists?
It's some missionary complex that keeps me testifying 
It's time we steal these pennies back from the fountain 

Soon as they turn out the lights, the cradle's gonna rock tonight

All the carpenters say, I give you my only-ness, come and give me your tomorrow