When did we all get so boring? When did we forget the story? When did selling doves and pigeons become our mode of religion? When did all the love commandos burn their Spirit manifestos? When did all the risky makers become uninspired takers? Hell if I know Make me weird and make me noisy Prone to flipping tables crazy Fearsome in the face of evil Not afraid of broken people Take this sound and pull a profit Make it void or deem it forfeit Cut it down and slice it open Hide it in the darkest ocean I beseech Ye