To go out like vous - yesterday's news
Go out like blue platform shoes - choose to go out like that
A familiar, awful scene; Self-fulfilling prophecy
I won't buy it - never, ever -- then or now
Regrettably, we stand and watch and wait for the promised land
Our fountain of youth will never blossom
Meanwhile, the soft underbellies have been slit
And we're left for dead - so fight instead
I stop to tell myself that black and white
aren't the only ways to see. I hesitate to tell myself it's true
They do not own us - we do not owe them (anything)
Understandably, our disbelief has caught up with us
A once-bright vision is now lightless and empty
Of course we're angry, of course we're afraid
And on-course we are to a total self-destruction
And you can count on one hand, the number of us who'd burn the crown
And you can count on one hand holding all of us down
Read between the lines - we will decide for you.