What we wanted was: chain lightning
what we wanted was: 8 miles high
What we wanted was: free fall & our turn to fly
What we wanted was: more fireworks
everlasting 4th of July
What we wanted was: more stars in a bluer sky
All we wanted was something worth it
worth the labour, worth the wait
Then they take you up to the mountain
you see too late.
In the middle of a good time
Truth gave me her icy kiss
Look around, you must be joking
All that way, all that for this
What we wanted was: consolation
the band of strangers, help for pain
What we wanted was: to be sure no friends were lost
in vain
What we wanted was: aggravation
a good cause and a bigger row
What we wanted was: the whole plantation, now,
now, now
What we wanted was: rhyme and reason
what we wanted was: another way
what we get is: a tinpot heaven, & we're too drunk
to pray
What we get is: the old machinery
grinding on in the same old way
What we need is the sweet republic
- roll on Independence Day
(For the spirit of Thomas Paine)
