The Triumph Of Our Tired Eyes (Televangel Across The Barbwire Remix) (Feat. Kerri Atwood)

Sisters and brothers
We have surely lost our way
In strip malls full of cancer
And a pathetic rain
And lover, sweet lover
Please don't discipline your hands
Just kiss me in the morning
In your dirtiest pants

We will find our way
We will find our way

There is beauty in this land
But I don't often see it
There is beauty in this land
But I don't often feel it

Concrete and flowers
Musicians are cowards!
Let's argue in the kitchen
For hours and hours
Tomorrow is a travesty
Tomorrow will be ours
Musicians are cowards!
Politicians are cowards!
Policeman are cowards!
Racists are cowards!
Corporations are cowards!
Philosophers are cowards!

We will find our way
We will find our way

The soldiers with their specialists
And the cops with their guns- cannot stop
The lost ones and the desperate ones and the dreaming ones

The soldiers with their specialists
And the cops with their guns- cannot stop
The lonesome ones and the desperate ones and the smart ones

We will find our way
We will find our way

So come on friends
To the barricades again
So come on friends
To the barricades again
We will find our way
We will find our way
To the barricades again
To the barricades again
To the barricades again
We will find our way