Sing in the shower
Pick up the guitar
Paint something
Write a book
Plant a garden
Make love
All these things are acts of joy and rebellion
Turn off your phone and make the art
Sing in the shower
Pick up the guitar
Paint something
Write a book
Plant a garden
Make love
All these things are acts of joy and rebellion
Turn off your phone and make the art
I'm not afraid to die
Every hand you hold
One day will wave goodbye
But you and me we roar
Down a separate track
And when my body does release me
For you I will be back
I'm not afraid to die
Every hand you hold
One day will wave goodbye
But you and me we roar
Down a separate track
And when my body does release me
For you I will be back
In a mourning warning no one heard
No one heard
Not a single word was heard
When the first stone's thrown there's screaming
In the streets there's a raging riot When it's 'burn the bitch', they're shrieking
When the truth comes out it's quiet
It's so quiet
In a mourning warning no one heard
No one heard
Not a single word was heard
When the first stone's thrown there's screaming
In the streets there's a raging riot When it's 'burn the bitch', they're shrieking
When the truth comes out it's quiet
It's so quiet