Here's something to think about When you're burning your money for warmth There was nothing to be done We had liquid bread and rock show circuses And so many songs unsung Now I can write my dumb life story In ink on the back of my hand Keep moving to the hard rhythms Of pounding boots on sand We can learn everything and forget it all within a week We were born knowing how to scream But no one taught us how to speak Here's something to do When you're sick of being frightened and It's too cold to go out And every cigarette and every 12 ounce can is Wasted space inside your mouth You can sing your dumb life story As loud as you possibly can Keep moving to the hard rhythms Of pounding boots on sand. We can learn everything and forget it all within a week We were born knowing how to scream But no one taught us how to speak Here's something to think about Here's something to think about Here's something to think about Here's something to think about Here's something to think about Here's something to think about Here's something to think about Here's something to think