We go out every evening now In search of something new Got tired of the paper round There was no grass to chew Far from hallowed hallways Where they tell us what to do We're alright, yeah I'm trampled by indifference Or I'm trampled by a horse These days I barely resister The carrier of force I've always been self-righteous Even when I show remorse Calm down If the tide is coming You and I will turn it back around Come down If the dead are rising You and I will put them in the ground If I have shown improvement In the lateness of the hour You've slowly come to exercise A different kind of power Every quarter century Your seed comes into flower Calm down If the tide is coming You and I will turn it back around Come down If the dead are rising You and I will put them in the ground