Birds hurl their bodies Off the limbs of cherry trees Making noisesless dust clouds As they land at our feet Shove theur feathers in our button-holes Pray they might give us flight Though there's honor in giving up When you can't win the fight It's one tooth of silver It's one thooth of gold Join us in our fight from flight Let's go, go, go, go, go Let's go, go, go, go, go Unscrew your dorrknob Pull out your door nails Roll up your wallpaper Nothing's going well We believe in the Lord But he don't believe in us We've too much man-pride tu nurse our wounds This fight has got too rough