And so we say
We ain´t got life
Don´t want a cardboard cut-out
Don´t want a plastic knife

Now I know, time can march
With it´s chargin´ feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It´s gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down

There´s gonna be a killin´
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

And so we say
Have you no use
For eight million hands
And the power of youth

Now I know, time can march
With it´s chargin´ feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It´s gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down

There´s gonna be a killin´
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

It´s gonna be a burn out!

And so we say
We ain´t diggin´ no graves
We´re diggin´ a foundation
For a future to be made

Now I know, time can march
With it´s chargin´ feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It´s gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down

There´s gonna be a killin´
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

It´s gonna be a burn out!